On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe — Harry Connick Jr.: текст песни | pesni.ru
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On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe Harry Connick Jr.

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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 old smoke risin 'round the bend I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend Folks around these parts get the time of day From the atchison, topeka, and the santa fe

Here she comes Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo Hey jim, you'd better get the rig Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big

And they'll all want lifts to brown's hotel 'cause of lots of them been travelin for quite a spell All the way from philadelphia On the atchison, topeka, and the santa fe