"Southern Pacific" lyrics
Neil Young & Crazy Horse Lyrics
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 gotta 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
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 gotta 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
