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