Railroading on the Great Divide
Nothing around me but the Rockies and sky
It's there you'll find me as the years roll by
Railroading on the Great Divide
In 1916 I left my old home
[Alternative In 1914 I started to roam]
Went out into the West with nothing of my own
[Alternative Out through Wyoming, no money, no home]
I went drifting along with the tide
And landed on the Great Divide
Ask any old timer in old Cheyenne
Wyoming railroading's the best in the land
A long steel rail and a short cross tie
Laid across the Great Divide
As I look out across the fields
Number 3's a-coming, the fastest on wheels
Through old Laramie she glides with pride
And rolls across the Great Divide