Tunnel 13

歌詞

In the Siskiyou Mountains, the old railroad winds Through the golds of the maples and the green of the pines Up to Tunnel 13, the Southern she climbs And three bandits waiting with evil in mind The D'Autremont brothers had chosen their road Chosen to live by a criminal code Word was the mail car was loaded with gold The brothers had heard it, or had maybe been told They wanted no witnesses, that was a fact The brothers were bent on a barbarous act Gold there was none, only sadness and tears And the law coming after them year after year Three bandits, hearts filled with resentment and hate Killed mail clerk Elvyn Daugherty, engineer Sydney Bates With shotgun and pistols, they were panicking when They killed brakeman Coyle Johnson and fireman Marvin Seng Robbing and looting is as old as the hills They're still jumping freight trains with crowbars and drills A hundred years later in Downtown LA They rob the Union Pacific damn near every day Four good men lay murdered in the dogwoods and pines Leaving widows and children and heartbreak behind Tunnel 13 is the place in the song Where the beautiful redwood for my guitar came from