We'll
be back.
Down the mountainside,
to the coastline,
past the angry tide,
the mighty diesel wind,
and
the tunnel comes,
and the tunnel goes,
down another bend,
the giant driver's low.
Roll on,
Southern Pacific,
on your silver rail,
through the moonlight.
Roll on,
Southern Pacific,
on your silver rail,
on your silver rail.
I rode the high ball,
I fired the daylight,
and I turned sixty-five.
I couldn't see right,
so it was Mr. Drum,
we've gotta let you go.
That's company policy.
You're gonna get a pension though.
On your silver rail,
silver rail, silver rail.
On your silver rail,
silver rail,
silver rail.
I ain't no brave man,
ain't no conductor.
I would be though,
if I was younger.
I got my gold watch, I put in my time.
Now I'm left to roll,
down the long beach line.
Southern Pacific,
on your silver rail,
silver rail,
on your silver rail.
Southern Pacific, on
your silver rail,
silver rail, through the moonlight.
Southern Pacific, number 945.
Arriving,
track number 7.
Get your baggage ready.
I'm home.