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.