On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe (with The Merry Macs) Songtext
von Judy Garland

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 out the ring
Whoo-hoo, hoo, hoo hoo
She's got a list o′ passengers that's mighty big

And they all want lifts to Brown′s Hotel
'Cause lots o′ them been travelin' for quite a spell
All the way to Cali-forn-i-a
On the Atchison, Topeka
On the Atchison, Topeka
On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe


Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe
Atchison, Topeka
Atchison, Topeka
{Will you take the sandy morris}
OK, boys, that I'll do
{Oh, Judy}, If we find the right spot
Can we come in with you?}
Why sure, {thanks a lot}

Back in Ohio, where I come from
I′ve done a lot of dreamin′ and I traveled some
But I never thought, I'd see the day
When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe

{She never thought she′d see the day
She'd ride the Santa Fe}

I would lean across my window sill
And hear the whistle echoin′ across the hill
Then I'd watch the lights till they fade away
On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe
{The Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe}

What a thrill
With the wheels are sayin′ the westward ho!
From the day I heard them start
'Cross the Kansas plains through New Mexico
I guess I've got a little gypsy in my heart


When I′m old and gray and settled down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town
Then I′ll spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe

{Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe
Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe
Whoo-hoo hoo hoo hoo}