NEIL YOUNG - Southern Pacific lyrics

rate me

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.