Lyrics: Harry Connick, Jr.. Triple Feature. On The Atchison, Topeka, & The Santa Fe.

Do you hear that whistle down the line?
I figure that it's engine number forty-nine
She's the only one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

See the old smoke risin' 'round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts get the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Here she comes
Woo
"Hey Jim, you'd better get the rig"
Woo

She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Browns Hotel
'Cause of lots of them been travelin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Here she comes
Woo
"Hey Jim, you'd better get the rig"
Woo

You know she's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to [Incomprehensible] Browns Hotel
'Cause of lots of them been travelin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe