The Wreck Of The
Number Nine
by Carson Robison
Carson's comments on this song read: "Good piece of railroad story material (fictional)."
The Wreck Of The Number Nine
On a cold and stormy night not a star was in sight
And the cold north wind came howling down the line
With his sweetheart so dear stood a brave engineer
With his orders to pull old Number Nine.
She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye
For the joy in her heart she would not hide
For the whole world seemed right when she told him that night
That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride.
Oh, the wheels rolled along, and the train hummed a song
And the black smoke came pouring from the stack
His headlight a-gleam seemed to brighten his dream
For tomorrow he'd be a-comin' back.
He spun around the hill, and his brave heart stood still
For a headlight was shining in his face
He whispered a prayer as he threw on the air
For he knew this would be his final race.
In the wreckage he was found lying there on the ground
And he asked them to lift his weary head
As his breath slowly went was the message he sent
To the maiden he thought he was to wed.
"There's a little white house that I bought for our own
And I thought we'd be happy by and by
But I'll leave it to you for I know you'll be true
'Till we meet at that golden gate: goodbye."
by Carson Robison
Carson's comments on this song read: "Good piece of railroad story material (fictional)."
The Wreck Of The Number Nine
On a cold and stormy night not a star was in sight
And the cold north wind came howling down the line
With his sweetheart so dear stood a brave engineer
With his orders to pull old Number Nine.
She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye
For the joy in her heart she would not hide
For the whole world seemed right when she told him that night
That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride.
Oh, the wheels rolled along, and the train hummed a song
And the black smoke came pouring from the stack
His headlight a-gleam seemed to brighten his dream
For tomorrow he'd be a-comin' back.
He spun around the hill, and his brave heart stood still
For a headlight was shining in his face
He whispered a prayer as he threw on the air
For he knew this would be his final race.
In the wreckage he was found lying there on the ground
And he asked them to lift his weary head
As his breath slowly went was the message he sent
To the maiden he thought he was to wed.
"There's a little white house that I bought for our own
And I thought we'd be happy by and by
But I'll leave it to you for I know you'll be true
'Till we meet at that golden gate: goodbye."
