Southern Pacific

Down the mountainside

To the coastline

Past the angry tide

The mighty diesel whines

And the tunnel comes

And the tunnel goes

Round another bend

The giant drivers roll

I rode the Highball

I fired the Daylight

When I turned sixty-five

I couldn't see right

It was, "Mr. Jones

We've gotta let you go

It's company policy

You've got a pension though"

Roll on, Southern Pacific

On your silver rail

On your silver rail

Roll on, Southern Pacific

On your silver rail

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 rail

On your silver rail

Roll on, Southern Pacific

Roll on, on your silver rail