When I was a young man and the evening sun went down I'd walk along those railroad tracks and I'd listen for that sound Kansas City Southern and, man, that's a lonesome sound Well, I'd sit and watch those trains go by and I'd wish that I was onward bound
Well I dreamed about the big cities and the pleasures that I'd keep But along about 12:30, through the phases of my sleep, I hear that Kansas City Southern and, man, that's a lonesome sound Well, I sit and watch those trains go by and I wish that I was onward bound
Won't you blow, whistle blow Won't you blow, whistle blow
I been a couple of places, I seen a lot of things Whenever I reach back in time, my memory starts to ring But Kansas City Southern and, man, that's a lonesome sound Now I sit and watch those trains go by and I wish that I was homeward bound
Won't you blow, whistle blow Won't you blow, whistle blow Won't you blow Won't you blowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
