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 ol' smoke risin' round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend,
Folks around these parts get the time o' day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Here she comes!
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
Hey, Jim! yuh better git the rig!
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel,
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell,
All the way to Cal-i-forn-i-ay
On the Atchison, Topeka
On the Atchison, Topeka
on the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.

Ooh-ee!
Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe,
Atchison, Topeka.

Oh, the roads back east are mighty swell,
The Chesapeake, Ohio and the ASL,
But I make my run and I make my pay
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.

Goin' back and forth along these aisles,
My land, you must've walked about a million miles.
It's a treat to be on your feet all day
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.

Here we come!
Raa-a-raa-a-raa-a-raa-raa-raa
She's really rakin' down the line
Looky, look, look, looky look, look, look
Oh, boy, we're huffin' and a-puffin' on the forty-nine!

In this day and age girls don't leave home
But if you get a hankerin', you wanna roam
Our advice to you is run away
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.

Hey, men, did you ever see such perty femininity
arrivin' all at once in this here town?
In this here town?
Never saw the likes of this for miles around!

Round and round our heads are spinning,
New adventures are beginning.
What a length of calico,
It's taffet-ee and calico to really put a cowboy on the 
[word/words unknown]
Cowboy, [word/words unknown]
It's enough to make a fella wanna wash...

Wash your face and hands, we hope you'll never be 
afraid of soap!
Button shoes and powdered chalk and fancy smells and 
baby talk-
It's awful what a gal is fit to do!
Baby, are there any more at home like you?

And in my hair combed and my slicker,
Gonna get spruced up and I'll [word/words unknown] her.
Put on the dog and I'll city-slick her,
Mr. Harvey, Mr. Harvey,

Fred Harvey knows exactly how to pick 'em!

We come from Dubuque, I-O-Way,
That's where the tall, tall, tall corn grows.
We come from Louisiana,
That's where the Mis-is-is-is-isippi flows.

I was the Lilian Russell of Cherryville, Kansas,
But they never gave me a chance.
I finished high school in Providence, Rhode Island,
And Providence, Rhode Island is where [word/words 
unknown].

(Virginia O'Brien)
Oh, I'm from Chillicothe-
Ohio!
My middle name's Hi-a-wath-ee -
Ohio!
I'm gonna git the gold in them thar hills,
So I said good-bye-o, Ohio!

We were school marms from Grand Rapids, Mich.
But reading, writing, 'rithmetic were not our dish.

(Ruth Brady)
I was born in Paris,
I was raised in Paris,
Went to school in Paris, Where I met a boy
I was married in Paris,
Almost buried in Paris,
But I finally left Paris-
Paris, Illinois!

(Ray Bolger)
So this is the wild and woolly west!
Give me my chaps and my checkered vest.
Give me a girl and a holster for my hip!
Bang, bang! Yip, yip!

(Enter Susan)

(to be continued)



(lyrics as written)

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 ol' smoke risin' round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend,
Folks around these parts get the time o' day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Here she comes!
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
Hey, Jim! yuh better git the rig!
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel,
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell,
All the way from Phil-a-del-phi-ay,
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.

(repeat)