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One dark and stormy night riding down the line
Railroad Bill, the engineer said, "Boy, well to fly"
Weve got to be on time to old Number Four
So sling the coal, well make it, boy, or never ride no

While in the rear boxcar, a hobo lay
Heading for his dear, who on her death bed lay
He a weary hand to brush away a tear
Not knowing his last drive was run and fate was near

When through the darkened night, a bright did gleam
Oer the roar of rolling wheels, a whistle did scream
As down around the curve, the train did roar
black smoke rolling from the stack came Flyer Number Four

Then came an awful crash, their long drive was run
On the track the hobo lay, his of life were done
And as the golden sun sank to the west
His dear old gently smiled and closed her eyes in death