On The Atchison

Oh, the roads back east are mighty swell, The Chesapeake, Ohio and the ASL, But I make my run and I make my pay On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe. Goin' back and forth along these aisles, My land, you must've walked about a million miles. It's a treat to be on your feet all day On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe. Here we come! Raa-a-raa-a-raa-a-raa-raa-raa She's really rakin' down the line Looky, look, look, looky look, look, look Oh, boy, we're huffin' and a-puffin' on the forty-nine! In this day and age girls don't leave home But if you get a hankerin', you wanna roam Our advice to you is run away On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe. Hey, men, did you ever see such perty femininity arrivin' all at once in this here town? In this here town? Never saw the likes of this for miles around!