the silverton
mccall, c. w.
she was born one mornin' on a san juan summer
back in eighteen and eighty and one
she was a beautiful daughter of the d and r g
and she weighed about a thousand ton
it's a-forty-five mile through the animas canyon
so they set her on the narra gauge
she drank a whole lot a' water
and she ate a lot of coal
and they called her the silverton
see the smoke and hear the whistle blow
now listen to the whistle in the rock wood cut
on the high line to silverton town
and you're gonna get a shiver
when you check out the river
which is four hundred feet straight down
take on some water at the needleton tank
and then a-struggle up a two-five grade
and by the time you get your hide
you've had a ride on the silverton
see the smoke and hear the whistle blow
see the smoke and hear the whistle blow
there's a whole lot a' people in line
and they all got a ticket
on the train to yesterday
and it's a-gonna leave on time
it's a forty-five mile up the animas canyon
so they run her on the narra gauge
she takes a whole lot a' water
and she needs a lot of coal
and they call her the silverton
see the smoke and hear the whistle blow
see the smoke and hear the whistle blow
see the smoke and hear the whistle blow