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Do you hear that whistle down the line, I figure that it's Engine #49,
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She's the only one that'll sound that way on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.
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See the old smoke rising round the bend,
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I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.
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Folks around these parts set the time of day
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From on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.
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Here she comes, whoo oo oo oo, hey Jim, you better get the rig.
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Whoo oo oo oo, she's got a list of passengers that's pretty big.
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And they'll all want a lift to Brown's Hotel,
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'cause lots of them been traveling for quite a spell
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all the way from Philadelphia on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.
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All aboard, all aboard, oo oo oo. Let her rip, let her rip, Mr. Engineer,
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Gotta go, gotta go far away from here.
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While the man at the fire shovels in the coals,
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stick your head out the cab and watch the drivers roll.
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See the towns and the roads go a whizzing by,
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Fare thee well Laramie and Rocky Mountain High,
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Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit till we hit California.
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See the old smoke rising round the bend,
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I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.
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Folks around these parts set the time of day
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From on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.
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On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
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| John Denver |
