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..