Southern Pacific
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 got to let you go
Log on to kill this message.
It`s company policy
You`ve got a pension though.
Roll on, Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
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.