Collected by Parler and O'Bryant at Wild Cherry, Ark
Mr. Al Bittick Winkelman, Arizona September 3, 1958
Reel 360, Item 7
The Wreck of No. 9
On a cold winter night Not a star was in sight
And a north wind was howling down the line,
With his sweetheart so dear
Stood a brave engineer
With his orders to pull old No. 9.
He kissed her goodby With a tear in his eye
For the joy in his hearthe could not hide
The whole world seemed bright When she told him that night That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride.
Well, the wheels hummed a song As the train rolled along,
And the black smoke came pouring from the stack,
And the 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 stood shining in his face,
And he whispered a prayer As he threw on the air
For he knew this would be his final race.
In the wreck he was found Lying there on the ground And he asked them to raise his weary head,
As his breath slowly went This message he sent
To the maiden who thought she would be wed. "There's a little white home That I bought for our own,
And I thought we'd be happy by and by,
And I leave it to you,
For I know you'll be true,
Till we meet at the Golden Gate, goodby."
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