One cold winter's night not a star was in sight
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Then 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 Number Nine.
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She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye
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And the joy in his heart he could not hide
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For the whole world was bright as 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 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 'round the hill and his brave heart stood still
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A headlight was shining in his face
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As 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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As his breath slowly went, this message he sent
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To the maiden he knew he could not 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, bye and bye
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But I'll leave it to you for I know you'll be true
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Til we meet at those Golden Gates, goodbye."
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The Wreck Of The Number Nine
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| Marty Robbins |
