Clark
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 pleasures I would keep
Long about twelve-thirty thru the phases 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 forth 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
Don't you know how the whistles blows
Don't you know know know how the whistle blows
Kansas City Southern was written by Gene Clark.