On The Atchison Topeka And The Santa Fe by John Denver Lyrics

Do you hear that whistle down the line, I figure that it's Engine #49
She's the only one that'll sound that way on the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
See the old smoke rising round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend

Folks around these parts set the time of day
From on the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
Here she comes, whoo oo oo oo, hey Jim, you better get the rig

Whoo oo oo oo, she's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want a lift to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots of them been traveling for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia on the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

All aboard, all aboard, oo oo oo
Let her rip, let her rip, Mr. Engineer
Gotta go, gotta go far away from here
While the man at the fire shovels in the coals
Stick your head out the cab and watch the drivers roll

See the towns and the roads go a whizzing by
Fare thee well Laramie and Rocky Mountain High
Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit 'til we hit California
See the old smoke rising round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts set the time of day
From on the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe