Collected by Patrick A. Todd
Sung by Mrs. Helen fultz
Accompanying herself on guitar EXPRESS" Jan 1960 Reel 330 Item 3
"THE MIDNIGHT EXPRESS"
Jim Slake our oldest driver had charge of the midnight express Had charge of the lever and throttle for the mot of his I guess One night his son entered my office his face it was wounded white
Saying send this to dad in his engin for mama is dying tonight
As soon as I found that the message was for my comrade Jim I made no delay but I hastened away and I sent the message to him In less than a half an hour the message came back from him Tell wife I'll meet her at midnight and tell her to pray for Jim
I left the boy in my office the message I taken to his wife
I found the dying woman with a scarcely a breath of life And when I entered her chamber she took me at first for Jim
She fell back on her pillow - her face it was wounded white And said in a dying whisper Cod speed that express tonight O'er hill - O'er mountain - O'er valley on thundered the midnight express With many a dangerous peril along their path I guess
And there sat Jim at the throttle guiding their dangerous flight When a voice spoke out of the darkness God speed that express tonight They were not far from the station - the track it wee dark and long Audlo here comes the signal stating that something is wrong
It speaks of sad disaster the engin is in the ditch The engineer is lying by the side of an open switch And hark here comes the message from the engineer I guess
Tell wife that I'll meet her in heaven - don't wait for the
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