Southern Pacific Lyrics

 Down the mountainside
 To the coastline
 Past the angry tide
 The mighty diesel whines
 
 And the tunnel comes
 And the tunnel goes
 Around anothe bend
 The giant drivers roll
 
 I rode the highball
 I fired the Daylight
 When I turned around 65
 I couldn't see right
 
 It wsa "Mr. Jones,
 We've got to let you go
 It's company policy
 You've got  pension though."
 
 Roll on 
 Southern Pacific
 Roll on
 On your silver rails
 Roll on
 Southern Pacific
 On your silver rails
 Through the moonlight
 
 I put in my time
 I put in my time
 Now I'm left to roll
 Down the long decline
 
 I ain't no brake man
 Ain't no conductor
 But I would be though
 If I was younger
 
 Roll on 
 Southern Pacific
 On your silver rails
 On your silver rails
 Roll on
 Southern Pacific
 Roll on
 On your silver rails