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
Through the moonlight.
Roll on, Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
On your 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.