Down the mountainside
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To the coastline
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Past the angry tide
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The mighty diesel whines.
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And the tunnel comes
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And the tunnel goes
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Round another bend
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The giant drivers roll.
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I rode the Highball
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I fired the Daylight
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When I turned sixty-five
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I couldn't see right.
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It was Mr. Jones,
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We've got to let you go
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It's company policy
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You've got a pension though.
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Roll on, Southern Pacific
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On your silver rails
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On your silver rails
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Roll on, Southern Pacific
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On your silver rails
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Through the moonlight.
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I put in my time
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I put in my time
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Now I'm left to roll
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Down the long decline.
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I ain't no brake man
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Ain't no conductor
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But I would be though
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If I was younger.
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Roll on, Southern Pacific
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On your silver rails
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On your silver rails
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Roll on, Southern Pacific
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Roll on, on your silver rails.
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Southern Pacific
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| Neil Young |
