Railroading on the Great Divide

Nineteen and sixteen I started to roam,
Out in the West, no money, no home.
I went drifting along with the tide,
I landed on the Great Divide.

Railroading on the Great Divide,
Nothing around me but Rockies and sky.
There you'll find me as years go by
Railroading on the Great Divide.

A skinny oldtimer from old Cheyenne
Railroading Wyoming, the best in the land.
The long steel rail, that short cross-tie,
I laid across the Great Divide.

Railroading on the Great Divide,
Nothing around me but Rockies and sky.
There you'll find me as years go by
Railroading on the Great Divide.

As I look down across the breeze,
Number Three coming, the fastest on wheels.
They roll on me , she glides with pride
And rolls across the Great Divide.

Railroading on the Great Divide,
Nothing around me but Rockies and sky.
There you'll find me as years go by
Railroading on the Great Divide.