In the Siskiyou Mountains, the old railroad winds
Through the golds of the maples and the green of the pines
Up to Tunnel 13, the southern she climbs
In three bandits awake, with evil in mind
The D'Entremont brothers had chosen their road
Chosen to live by a criminal code
The word was the mail car was loaded with gold
The brothers had heard it, or had maybe been told
The D'Entremont brothers had chosen their road
They wanted no witnesses, that was fact
The brothers were bent on a barbarous act
Gold there was none, no less than gold

Sadness and tears, and the law coming after them
Year after year
Three bandits' hearts filled with resentment and hate
Killed male clerk Alvin Doherty
Engineers said, me please
With shotgun and pistols, they were panicking
When the killbrake man called Johnson
The fireman more than the same
The robbing and looting is as old as the hills
There's still jumping freight trains
With crowbars and drills
A hundred years later in downtown L.A.
They robbed the Union, Pacific, and damn near every day
Four good men lay murdered in the dark woods and pines
Leaving widows and children and heartbreak behind
Tunnel 13 is the place in the song
Where the beautiful redwood for my guitar
Came from
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