When i was a young boy evening sun went down
stand off by the railroad tracks
and i'd listen for the sound
of that kansas city southern man
that'a a lonesome sound
well i'd sit and watch those trains go by
and wish that i was outward bound
well i'd dream about big cities
and the pleaseues i would keep
long about twelve-thirty thru phase of my sleep
i'd hear that kansas city southern man
that'a a lonesome sound
well i'd sit and watch those trains go by
and wish that i was outward bound
well now i've been in a couple of places
seen a couple of things
whenever i think back in time
my memory rings
with that kansas city southern man
that'a a lonesome sound
well i'd sit and watch those trains go by
and wish that i was homeward bound
don't you know how the whistles blows