T'was a cold wintry night
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Not a star was in sight
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And he north wind was howling down the line
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Went a brave engineer
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With a sweetheart so dear
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With an order to pull Old # 9.
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His heart hung with his song
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And his train rolled along
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Black smoke was pouring from his stack
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His headlight it seemed
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To brighten his dream
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Of tomorrow, when he'd be coming back
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Well he sped round the hill
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And his brave heart stood still
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A headlight flashing in his face
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He threw only air
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And he murmured a prayer
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'Cause he knew this would be his final race
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(The crash...)
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In the wreck he was found
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Lying dying 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
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This message he sent
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To the maiden who thought she would be wed
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"I leave a white home
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That I bought for your own
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And I dreamed we'd be happy by-and-by.
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I'm gonna leave it all to you
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'Cause I know that you'll be true
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'Til we meet at the pearly gates -- good-bye."
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Wreck of the Old #9
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| The Walkabouts |
