Neil Young & Crazy Horse Follow

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