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