T'was a cold winter's night not a star was in sight
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And the North wind was 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 Number Nine.
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Well 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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The whole world was bright for she told him that night
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That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride.
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The train rolled along and the track hummed a song
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And the black smoke came pouring from the stack
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The headlight a-gleam seemed to brighten his dream
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Of tomorrow when he'd be coming back.
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As he went 'round the hill 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 threw on the air
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For he knew this would be his final race.
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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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His breath slowly went as this message he sent
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To a maiden who thought she would be wed.
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"There's a little white home that I bought 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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'Til we meet at the Golden Gates - goodbye."
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Wreck Of The No.9
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| Jim Reeves |
