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Em
G
Down the mountainside
Em
To the coastline
C
Past the angry tide
Em
The mighty diesel whines
G
And the tunnel comes
Em
And the tunnel goes
C
Around another bend
Em
The giant drivers roll
I rode the highball
I fired the Daylight
When I turned around 65
I couldn't see right
It was "Mr. Jones,
We've got to let you go
It's company policy
You've got pension though."
G
Roll on
Em
Southern Pacific
C
On your silver rails
Em
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
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