Southern Pacific — текст песни (Neil 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 couldnt see right.



It was mr. jones,

Weve got to let you go

Its company policy

Youve 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 Im left to roll

Down the long decline.



I aint no brake man

Aint 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.