On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe Songtext
von Bing Crosby with John Scott Trotter and His Orchestra

Do you hear that whistle down the line?
I figure that it′s engine number 49
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
(Woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo)
Hey Jim, you better get out the rig
(Woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo)
She′s got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they′ll all want lifts down to Brown's Hotel
′Cause lots of them been travellin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe


Do you hear that whistle down the line?
I figure that it′s engine number 49
She's the only one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
(Du-ra du-du, du-ra du-du)

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
(Woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo)
Hey Jim, you better get out the rig
(Woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo)
She′s got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they′ll all want lifts down to Brown's Hotel
′Cause lots of them been travellin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
Doo-doo-da, the good old A.T. and the Santa Fe