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  • 作曲 : Young
    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.
  • 作曲 : Young
    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.