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.