Verse 1 Smoke rolls over Brush Mountain, dawn breaks on steel and stone, Hands worn raw, hearts beat fast, the rail crew calls their own. Through the mist, the rails bend wide, a horseshoe in the sky, Men and trains, in rhythm one, the mountains echo high. “Heave and hammer, lads, heave and hammer!” Verse 2 Coal cars, circus wagons, freight that clatters and roars, Every spike driven true, through sweat and aching sores. Phantom lanterns guide the way, whispers of the past, Yet every line of iron laid, is built to ever last. “Strike it down, strike it down!” Chorus Iron and steam, through the Curve we ride, Whistle and hammer, rolling like the tide. Through fog and wind, over ridges steep, The mountains hold the secrets we keep. “Ho! Ho! Ho! Rails hold strong!” Verse 3 Legends of saboteurs, the wartime plots once told, But the Curve stands proud and firm, defiant, brave, and bold. Loaded trains, the whistle wails, circus wagons clatter past, Through storms and time, the rails endure, built to forever last. “Chug-chug, chug-chug, hold the line!” Bridge Steam and hammer, the rhythm calls, Men in chorus as the hammer falls. Through frost and fog, and ghostly gleam, The Curve rolls on like a living dream. Chorus Iron and steam, through the Curve we ride, Whistle and hammer, rolling like the tide. Through fog and wind, over ridges steep, The mountains hold the secrets we keep. “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Outro / Chorus fade Iron and steam, through the Curve we ride, Whistle and hammer, rolling like the tide. Through fog and wind, over ridges steep, The mountains hold the secrets we keep. “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Ohh, rails of gold.
