When I was a young man and the evening sun went down I'd walk along those railroad tracks and I'd listen for that sound Kansas City Southern and, man, that's a lonesome sound Well, I'd sit and watch those trains go by and I'd wish that I was onward bound Well I dreamed about the big cities and the pleasures that I'd keep But along about 12:30, through the phases of my sleep, I hear that Kansas City Southern and, man, that's a lonesome sound Well, I sit and watch those trains go by and I wish that I was onward bound Won't you blow, whistle blow Won't you blow, whistle blow I been a couple of places, I seen a lot of things Whenever I reach back in time, my memory starts to ring But Kansas City Southern and, man, that's a lonesome sound Now I sit and watch those trains go by and I wish that I was homeward bound Won't you blow, whistle blow Won't you blow, whistle blow Won't you blow Won't you blow