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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 |