One dark stormy night not a star was in sight
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The North wind came howling down the line
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There stood a brave engineer with his sweetheart so dear
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And his orders to pull old Number Nine.
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She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye
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The joy in his heart he couldn't hide
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The whole world seemed right for she told him that night
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That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride.
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The wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along
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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 goin' back.
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He sped around the hill and his brave heart stood still
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The headlight was shining in his face
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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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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 built for our own
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Where I dreamed we'd be happy, you and I
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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 Gate, goodbye."..
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The Wreck Of The Number Nine
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| Jim Reeves |
