Nineteen and sixteen I started to roam
Out in the West no money no home
I went drifting along with the tide
I landed on the Great Divide
Railroading on the Great Divide,
Nothing around me but Rockies and sky
There you’ll find me as years go by
Railroading on the Great Divide
Ask any old-timer from Old Cheyenne,
Railroad in Wyoming the best in the land
The long steel rails, the short cross ties
I laid across the Great Divide.
As I looked out across the breeze
Number Three coming, the fastest on wheels
Through old Laramie (Lamar) she glides with pride
And rolls across the Great Divide