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

Roll on, southern pacific
On your silver rails
Through the moonlight
Roll on, southern pacific
On your silver rails
On your silver rails

I rode the highball
I fired the daylight
When I turned sixty-five
I couldn't see right

So it was Mr. Jones
We've got to let you go
That's company policy
You've got a pension, though

Roll on, southern pacific
On your silver rails
Silver rails, silver rails
Roll on, southern pacific
On your silver rails
Silver rails, silver rails

I ain't no brake man
Ain't no conductor
But 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 decline

Roll on, southern pacific
On your silver rails
On your silver rails
Roll on, southern pacific
On your silver rails
Through the moonlight

Southern pacific
Number 945
Arriving track number seven
Get your baggage ready

All aboard