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