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    The Gallopin' Goose

    American Gramaphone SESAC(Chip Davis, Bill Fries)

    On a cold November mornin'
    Back in Ninteen 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 know by another name

    Up the canyon south a Sawpit
    Past the red cathedral spires
    Cross the yellow mountain switchbacks
    An' the rapids far below
    On the high an' lofty trestles
    Near the fabled mines of Ophir
    In the silver San Juan mountains
    Came a Goose a plowin' snow

    With a Pierce Arrow engine runnin' hot 'n on the loose
    Came the Rio Grande Southern, the Gallopin' Goose
    With a Pierce Arrow engine runnin' hot 'n on the loose
    Came Number Five, the Gallopin' Goose


    "Twas a four door aut-a-mobile
    On a dozen wheels of iron
    Sixteen feet a rockin' boxcar
    Spot welded to 'er tail
    Loaded down with merchenteel
    Ten bags a high grade ore
    Two mothers nursin' babies
    Seven miners, and the mail

    Up the side a Sunshine Mountain
    By internal gas combustion
    Eight Pierce Arrow pistons pullin'
    Fifteen thousand pounds a lead
    At the snow shed on the summit
    The conductor said his prayers
    He declared a busted driveshaft
    On the pass a Lizard Head

    With a Pierce Arrow engine runnin' hot 'n on the loose
    Came the Rio Grande Southern, the Gallopin' Goose
    With a Pierce Arrow engine runnin' hot 'n on the loose
    Came Number Five, the Gallopin' Goose


    Down the three percent to Rico
    In the valley of Dolores
    They still talk about The Southern
    An' her flock a flyin' Geese
    From the round-house at Ridgway
    To the depot at Durango
    All the tracks are gone fer scrap iron
    An' the Ganders rest in piece

    Up the canyon south a Sawpit
    Past the red cathedral spires
    Cross the yellow mountain switchbacks
    An' the rapids far below
    On the high an' lofty trestles
    Near the fabled mines of Ophir
    In the silver San Juan mountains
    There's a legend in the snow

    With a Pierce Arrow engine runnin' hot 'n on the loose
    Came the Rio Grande Southern, the Gallopin' Goose
    With a Pierce Arrow engine runnin' hot 'n on the loose
    Came Number Five, the Gallopin' Goose


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