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 rail On your silver rail Roll on, Southern Pacific On your silver rail 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 rail On your silver rail Roll on, Southern Pacific Roll on, on your silver rail