Текст песни Neil Young - Southern Pacific
Neil Young - Southern Pacific слова песни
Down the mountainsideTo the coastlinePast the angry tideThe mighty diesel whines.And the tunnel comesAnd the tunnel goesRound another bendThe giant drivers roll.I rode the highballI fired the daylightWhen I turned sixty-fiveI couldnt see right.It was mr. jones,Weve got to let you goIts company policyYouve got a pension though.Roll on, southern pacificOn your silver railsOn your silver railsRoll on, southern pacificOn your silver railsThrough the moonlight.I put in my timeI put in my timeNow Im left to rollDown the long decline.I aint no brake manAint no conductorBut I would be thoughIf I was younger.Roll on, southern pacificOn your silver railsOn your silver railsRoll on, southern pacificRoll on, on your silver rails.