Collected by Judy Kinslow and Alan Rennick for M.C. Parler
Sung by Julias Cato Prairie Grove, Ark. Dec. 17, 1960
Reel 368, Item 10
F. and B. Train
Along come the F. and B. train The fastest on the line Running on the same old road Twenty minutes behind the time When it drew in Ireland 'Twas a quarter on the line But when it drew in Houston Was way behind the time.
When it drew in Houston The engineer was there George Allen was his name With bright and golden hair.
His fireman Jack, a faithful man Was standin' by his side Ready to receive strict orders For both in the cab did ride.
George's mother came to him
With a bucket on her arm
Says she my darling boy
Be careful how you run
For many a poor boy has lost their life
And if you run your engine right
You'll get there, yes, on time.
Oh yea mother your advice is good But later I'll take heed
I know my engine is all right
And surely she will speed
So over this road I mean to fly
With speed unknown to all
And when I blow up to the stockyard gate
They sure will hear my call.George he said now listen, Jack A rock ahead I see I know that death is waiting there To grab both you and me So from this cab you must go Your darling life to save I want you to be an engineer
When I'm sleeping in my grave.
Oh no, George, I cannot go On that we can't agree Oh yes, Jack, you must go I'll die for you and me.
So from this cab you must go The river runnin' high And when he struck the river deep Old Number Four flew by.
Up the road she darted Against the rock she crushed The engine then turned upside down Upon George's tender breast.
His head against the fire-box door The morning flames rolled high
I'm glad I's born an engineer On the same old road to die.
When the doctors came to him Says my darling boy lie still Your precious life may yet be saved If it be God's holy will Oh no doctor, I want to die I've tried to die so true I want to die for the train I love One hundred and forty-two.
George's mother came to him With sorrow she did sigh To see her darling boy And knowing that he must die.
She prayed that every engineer Take warning by her son And when they's a-makin' up schedules Be careful how you run.
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