On a cold winter's night not a star was in sight
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And the north wind came howling down the line
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With his sweetheart so dear stood a brave engineer
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With his orders to pull old No 9
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She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye
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But the joy in his heart he could not hide
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Oh the whole world seemed bright when she told him that night
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That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride
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Oh the wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along
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And the black smoke came pouring from the stack
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And the headlight agleam seemed to brighten his dream
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Of tomorrow when he'd be coming back
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He steered around the hill and his brave heart stood still
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For a headlight was shining in his face
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And he whispered a prayer as he drew on the air
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For he knew this would be his final grace
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In the wreck he was found lying there on the ground
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And he asked them to raise his weary head
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As his breath slowly went this the message he sent
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To the maiden who thought she would be wed
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There's a little white home that I built for our own
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Where I dreamed we'd be happy by and by
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But I leave it to you for I know you'll be true
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Till we meet at the golden gate goodbye
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Wreck Of The No. 9
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| Hank Snow |
