Lyrics C. W. McCall – Gallopin’ Goose

On a cold November mornin’
Back in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early snow a-fallin’
On the three-foot tracks at Ames

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

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

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

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

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

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