They gathered in Topeka, `cross the Kansas fields they steamed
With seven miles of railroad and one station at Pauline
One car, it was borrowed. The power'd seen better days
So they laughed at Cyrus Holiday, when they heard him say

From Chicago to the Texas coast, going westward to L.A
Across those golden waves of grain, to the San Francisco bay
Come on and stand up, and wave to her, and help her on her way
She'll be built by folks like you and me, keep rolling Santa Fе

He laid rail clear cross Kansas, 'cross the prairiеs wide and vast
And southward through the Rockies by the way of Raton Pass
And eastward through Missouri and on to Illinois
As they crossed the Mississippi, you could hear them cry with joy

From Chicago to the Texas coast, going westward to L.A
Across those golden waves of grain, to the San Francisco bay
Come on and stand up, and wave to her, and help her on her way
She'll be built by folks like you and me, keep rolling Santa Fe

With a silver, shining body, red nose in bold relief
In 1937, it was called the Super Chief
The California Limited, and of course, El Capitan
The home of stars and stage and screen. The best in all the land

From Chicago to the Texas coast, going westward to L.A
Across those golden waves of grain, to the San Francisco bay
Come on and stand up, and wave to her, and help her on her way
She'll be built by folks like you and me, keep rolling Santa Fe
The water rose in Niota, in the summer of '93
The never ending showers changed the fields into a sea
We worked in mud and water and fought the rising tide
We did it all together, working side by side

From Chicago to the Texas coast, going westward to L.A
Across those golden waves of grain, to the San Francisco bay
Come on and stand up, and wave to her, and help her on her way
She'll be built by folks like you and me, keep rolling Santa Fe

Some folks work in yards and offices, some in S-M-T's
Some work as dispatchers, inside the S-O-C
Accountants and conductors, each has a role to play
We all have pulled together, to build the Santa Fe

From Chicago to the Texas coast, going westward to L.A
Across those golden waves of grain, to the San Francisco bay
Come on and stand up, and wave to her, and help her on her way
She'll be built by folks like you and me, keep rolling Santa Fe

My daughter's a dispatcher, and I run a track machine
Daddy drove a diesel, out of Argentine
Grandpa maintained signals along the right-of-way
It's been five generations, now it's time to say

From Chicago to the Texas coast, going westward to L.A
Across those golden waves of grain, to the San Francisco bay
Come on and stand up, and wave to her, and help her on her way
She'll be built by folks like you and me, keep rolling Santa Fe
Cyrus opened up the book, around 1869
Others added chapters, right up until our time
It's been hard work and sacrifice, and sometimes it's been fun
But it isn't time to close the book, the best is yet to come

From Seattle to Chicago, to the gulf coast's eastern door
And westward bound through Dallas town, to California's shore
Come on and stand up, and wave to her, and help her on her way
She's the finest line this land has seen, the B-N Santa Fe

From Chicago to the Texas coast, going westward to L.A
Across those golden waves of grain, to the San Francisco bay
Come on and stand up, and wave to her, and help her on her way
She'll be built by folks like you and me, keep rolling Santa Fe

She's run by folks like you and me, God Bless the Santa Fe!