Текст песни NEIL YOUNG - Southern Pacific
NEIL YOUNG - Southern Pacific слова песни
Текст песни NEIL YOUNG - Southern Pacific
Down the mountainsideTo the coastlinePast the angry tideThe mighty diesel whines.And the tunnel comesAnd the tunnel goes( )Round another bendThe giant drivers roll.I rode the HighballI fired the DaylightWhen I turned sixty-fiveI couldn't see right.It was Mr. Jones,We've got to let you goIt's company policyYou've 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 I'm left to rollDown the long decline.I ain't no brake manAin't 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.