The Silverton C.W. McCall

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

Well, it's a-forty-five mile through the Animas canyon
So they set her on the narrow-gauge
She drank a whole lot a' water
And she ate a lot of coal
And they called her the Silverton (Silverton train)

Here comes the Silverton, up from Durango
Here comes the Silverton, a-shovelin' coal
Here comes the Silverton, up from the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow

Well, now listen to the whistle in the Rockwood 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
Past the Snowshed slide
You've had a ride on the Silverton (Silverton train)