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, man, and 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 dream about the big cities and the pleasures that I keep   Along about 12:30 through the phases of my sleep I hear that   Kansas City Southern, man, and 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 a places, I seen a lotta things   Whenever I reach back in time my memory starts to ring      Kansas City Southern, man, and 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?