Across the rolling prairies,
Through mountain valleys grand,
The railroad cars are coming, humming,
Through the prairie land,
The railroad cars are coming, humming,
Through the prairie land.
The prairie dogs in dogtown
Will wag each little tail,
They'll think that something's coming,
Just flying down the rail.
Amid the purple sagebrush,
The antelope will stand
While railroad cars are coming, humming,
Through the prairie land,
The railroad cars are coming, humming,
Through the prairie land.
Nothin' yet.