On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe

(álbum: Johnny Mercer Sings - 1950)

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
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey Jim, you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big

And they'll all want lifts to Brown's hotel
'Cause of 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!)
(Chuga-chuga-chuga-chuga, woo-woo)
(Chuga-chuga-chuga-chuga, woo-woo)

Let 'er rip, let 'er rip, Mr. Engineer
Gotta go, gotta go far away from here
While the man at the fire shovels on the coal
Stick your head out the cab, watch the drivers roll

See the towns and the roads go a-whizzing by
Fare thee well Laramie, Albuquerque high
Yesiree, here we are, going all the way
(Mustn't quit till we hit California)

(On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe)
(On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe)
(Here she comes, woo-woo)
Hey Jim, you'd better get the rig
(Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo)
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big

And they'll all want lifts to Brown's hotel
'Cause of lots of them been traveling for quite a spell
(All the way from Philadelphia)
On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe