The Harvey Girls Page #2

- This is my business.

Let's get one thing straight:

We're not partners.

You run the town, I'll run the Alhambra.

You'll get your usual cut.

But not just as much.

He's right. Look what happened at Larrup.

The men married the waitresses faster

than they could replace them.

They did?

It's so quiet, you'd think it was

New England instead of New Mexico.

- Nice women can ruin a town, right?

- And how.

- The house will buy you a drink.

- That's a little better.

- Where's Trent?

- He's over there, at the bar.

Hey, Ned!

It's all due to you.

- How can I ever thank you?

- What?

- My bride's coming in on the noon train.

- You're married, Hartsey?

I ain't, but I will be.

She's come all the way out here

from Ohio to marry me.

And here's the fellow what's done it.

It was him. He writ the letters for me.

He courted her for me on paper.

Hartsey, maybe you'd better hightail it

to the desert.

- I'll meet her and send her back to Ohio.

- It's like a blind date for life.

You don't know what you're doing.

You can't tell by letters.

She probably weighs 200 pounds.

That's all right.

This calls for a celebration.

Hey, everybody.

Hartsey will be married this afternoon.

I'll treat to champagne.

Here's to H.H. Hartsey

and his rosy happiness...

...coming in on the Atchison, Topeka

and the Santa Fe.

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 ol' smoke risin' round the bend,

I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend,

Folks around these parts get the time o' day

From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe!

Here she comes!

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

Hey, Jim! yuh better git the rig!

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big

And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel,

'Cause lots o' them been

travelin' for quite a spell,

on the way to Cal-i-forn-i-ay

On the Atchison, Topeka

On the Atchison, Topeka

On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe!

Oh, the roads back East are mighty swell,

The Chesapeake, Ohio and the A. S. L.

But I make my run and I make my pay,

On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.

Goin' back 'n forth along these aisles,

My lands, you must'a 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!

Here she comes, comin' down the line.

Raa-du-raa, du-raa, du-ra-ra-raa.

On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe!

She's really racin' down the line.

Choo-choo-choo, choo-choo-choo, Santa Fe!

Looky, looky, looky, looky look!

Atchison, Topeka, Santa Fe!

Oh, boy, we're huffin' an' a-puffin' on the Forty-nine!

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