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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 got to let you go
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.
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