G Em Down the mountainside, to the coastline C Em Past the angry tide, the mighty diesel whines. G Em And the tunnel comes, and the tunnel goes C Em Round another bend, the giant drivers roll. Roll on, Southern Pacific On your silver rails On your silver rails Roll on, Southern Pacific On your silver rails, through the moonlight 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, silver rails Roll on, Southern Pacific On your silver rails On your silver rails I ain't no brake man, Ain't no conductor But I would be though, If I was younger. I got my gold watch, I put in my time Now I'm left to roll, Down the long decline. Roll on, Southern Pacific On your silver rails, On your silver rails Roll on, Southern Pacific, On your silver rails, through the moonlight | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC Em G |