The sun sets behind the high mountains Of the great continental divide
I sit here and wonder Is there one last great engine
Waiting to make one last ride
We live in a country of changes Where the labors of love are so few
The cowboy and horse, the big old black engine They've all vanished in the light of the new
I remember the last time I saw you I still hear the words that you said
You sounded like one of the sellers of promise And love like the internist did
Somewhere out west I may find her She'll give out her long worry call
Then I'll climb on board As she sits there steaming
And I'll ride on the last cannonball
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