Collected by Warren D. Walker
For M. C. Parler
Transcribed by Warren D. Walker
Sung by
Warren D. Walker Fayetteville, Ark. Jan. 7, 1960
Reel 332, Item 8
The F. F. B.
Along come the F. F. B. the fastest on the line Runnin on the C. O. Road not twenty minutes behind Runnin in the handsome the engineer was there Georgie Ellun was his name with the golden curly hair
Georgie's mother came to him with a basket on her arm She said my darling son be carefull how you run
For many a poor boy has lost his life tryin to gain lost
time
And if you'll keep your engiene right you'll get there just on time
Mother I know your advice is good and later I'll take heed
But I know my engiene is alright and I know that she
will speed
Down this road I aim to go the speed of a cannonball And when I whistle at the big commiddle I'm sure You'll hear my call
Fireman Jack Fireman Jack a little more extra steam Gonna run old number four the fastest ever been seen
Gonna run old number four the speed of a cannonball
And when I whistle at the stockyard gate I'm sure you'll hear my call
Up the road she darted and against the rocks she crushed Upside down the engiene turned and crushed poor Georgie's breast
The Doctor came to Georgie said my darling son lie still Maybe I can save you by oh God's blessed will Oh no doc I don't want to live I want to die so free
I want to die with the engiene I love One Hundred and
Forty Three
Oh no Georgie your life I cannot save
You're murdered by a railroad engiene you'll lie dead in a lonesome grave
Your face all covered up with blood your eyes I cannot see
And the very last words poor Georgie said was Nearer My God To The
