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.