Do yuh 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 ol' smoke risin' 'round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend,
Folks around these parts get the time o' day,
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.
Here she comes! Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey, Jim! yuh better git the rig! Ooh, ooh, ooh,
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big.
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel,
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell,
All the way from Philadelphiay,
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.
