Train
Tracks are starting to rumble, wheels beginning to There's a short handle full of number 9 coal Hey, mister brakeman are we on time No, mister engineer, we're falling behind
we crash on the trestle? Will we pass on the plain? All I can guess is, be seeing that train No way to stop em? No way to Keep your hand on the throttle and eye on the rail
Send the word to the sherriff, make the people lie Tell the cook and the coachman, there's no round Up ahead is the tunnel, just is the bend Pass the to the preacher, it's all up to him
Said the been drinking and he's starting to cry Saying God Almighty, we're all gonna die All the porters are betting nobody And the Indian Cowboy is a dive
The undertaker is laughing, the doctor's cold as a The fiddle player is playing there's no place home We'll be making the just over the hill If we don't make it now boys, we never
the trains hit the trestle and the trestle gave way The two trains collided in midair say When the finally settled, all they found was a hole And a short handle full of number 9 coal
A hundred years after and a hundred high The captain commander down from the sky And he says to his soldiers, "She's too strong" "We can hold her together, but we can't her for long"
So we for a message and we search in our souls As we sift through the like we're shoveling coal.