Текст, перевод и аккорды “Southern Pacific”
- 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.
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