Collected by Raymond W. Whittier For M.C. Parlor
Transcribed by Raymond W. Whittier
Mr. Clyde Bland Little Rock, Arkansas November 25, 1960
Reel 303 Item 1
Old Number Nine
On a cold winter night,
Not a star was in sight,
And a north wind came howling down the line.
With his sweetheart so dear, stood a brave engineer, With orders to pull old number nine.
She kissed him goodbye,
With a tear in her eye,
But the joy in her heart she could not hide.
For the whole world was bright,
When she told him that night,
Tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride.
Oh, the wheels hummed a song,
As the train rolled along.
And a black smoke came pouring from the stack.
With his headlight agleam.
Seemed to brighten his dream,
Of tomorrow when he'd be going back.
He sped 'round the hill,
And his brave heart stood still,
For a headlight was shining in his face.
He wispered a prayer as he threw on the air,
For he knew this would be his final run.
In the wreck he was found, lying there on the ground,
And he asked them to raise his weary head.
As the breath slowly went.
This message he sent,
To the maiden who thought she would be wed.
There's a little white home,
That I built for our own,
Where I dreamed you'd be happy bye and bye.
And I leave it to you,
For I know you'll be true,
Till we meet at the golden gate, goodbye.
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