The sun sets behind the high mountains Of the great continental divideI sit here and wonder Is there one last great engineWaiting to make one last rideWe live in a country of changes Where the labors of love are so fewThe cowboy and horse, the big old black engine They've all vanished in the light of the newI remember the last time I saw you I still hear the words that you saidYou sounded like one of the sellers of promise And love like the internist didSomewhere out west I may find her She'll give out her long worry callThen I'll climb on board As she sits there steamingAnd I'll ride on the last cannonball*
