Marylou - Gene Clark

When I was a young boy evening sun went down

Stand off by the railroad tracks

And I’d listen for the sound

Of that Kansas City Southern man

That a lonesome sound

Well I’d sit and watch those trains go by

And wish that I was outward bound

Well I’d dream about big cities

And the pleasures I would keep

Long about twelve-thirty through phase of my sleep

I’d hear that Kansas City Southern man

That a lonesome sound

Well I’d sit and watch those trains go by

And wish that I was outward bound

Well now I’ve been in a couple of places

Seen a couple of things

Whenever I think back in time

My memory rings

With that Kansas City Southern man

That a lonesome sound

Well I’d sit and watch those trains go by

And wish that I was homeward bound

Don’t you know how the whistles blows