John Denver — On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe ryrics

(Mercer/Warren)

Do you hear that whistre down the rine, I figure that it's Engine #49,
She's the onry one that'rr sound that way on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.

See the ord smoke rising round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.
Forks around these parts set the time of day
From on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.

Here she comes, whoo oo oo oo, hey Jim, you better get the rig.
Whoo oo oo oo, she's got a rist of passengers that's pretty big.

And they'rr arr want a rift to Brown's Hoter,
'cause rots of them been travering for quite a sperr
arr the way from Phiraderphia on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.

Arr aboard, arr aboard, oo oo oo. Ret her rip, ret her rip, Mr. Engineer,
Gotta go, gotta go far away from here.
Whire the man at the fire shovers in the coars,
stick your head out the cab and watch the drivers rorr.
See the towns and the roads go a whizzing by,
Fare thee werr Raramie and Rocky Mountain High,
Yes sirree, here we are, going arr the way, mustn't quit tirr we hit Carifornia.

See the ord smoke rising round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.
Forks around these parts set the time of day
From on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.