The Gallopin Goose Lyrics by C.w. Mccall

The Gallopin Goose Lyrics

    (chip davis, bill fries)

    On a cold november mornin'
    Back in nineteen-thirty-seven
    With an early snow a-fallin'
    On the three-foot tracks at ames
    Came a mighty strange contraption
    Known to trainmen as a motor
    But to folks in colorado
    She was known by another name

    Up the canyons south of sawpit
    Past the red cathedral spires
    'cross the yellow mountain switchbacks
    And the rapids far below
    On the high and lofty trestles
    Near the fabled mines of ophir
    In the silver san juan mountains
    Came a goose a-plowin' snow

    [chorus]
    With a pierce-arrow engine,
    Runnin' hot and on the loose
    Came the rio grande southern
    The gallopin' goose
    With a pierce-arrow engine
    Runnin' hot and on the loose
    Came number five, the gallopin' goose

    'twas a four-door auto-mobile
    On a dozen wheels of iron
    Sixteen feet of rockin' boxcar
    Spot-welded to her tail
    Loaded down with mercantile
    Ten bags a' high-grade ore
    Two mothers nursin' babies
    Seven miners an' the mail

    Up the side a' sunshine mountain
    By internal gas combustion
    Eight pierce-arrow pistons pullin'
    Fifteen thousand pounds a' lead
    At the snowshed on the summit
    The conductor said his prayers
    He declared a busted driveshaft
    On the pass at lizard head

    [chorus]
    With a pierce-arrow engine
    Runnin' hot and on the loose
    Came the rio grande southern
    The gallopin' goose
    With a pierce-arrow engine
    Runnin' hot and on the loose
    Came number five, the gallopin' goose

    [musical interlude here.]

    Down the three-percent to rico
    In the valley of dolores
    They still talk about the southern
    An' her flock of flyin' geese
    From the roundhouse at ridgway
    To the depot at durango
    All the tracks are gone for scrap iron
    And the ganders rest in peace

    Up the canyons south of sawpit
    Past the red cathedral spires
    'cross the yellow mountain switchbacks
    And the rapids far below
    On the high and lofty trestles
    Near the fabled mines of ophir
    In the silver san juan mountains
    There's a legend in the snow

    [chorus]
    With a pierce-arrow engine
    Runnin' hot and on the loose
    Came the rio grande southern
    The gallopin' goose
    With a pierce-arrow engine
    Runnin' hot and on the loose
    Came number five, the gallopin' goose

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