Train
Tracks are starting to rumble, beginning 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 on the trestle? Will we pass on the plain? All I can guess is, we'll be seeing that No way to stop em? No way to Keep your on the throttle and your eye on the rail
Send the word to the sherriff, the people lie down Tell the cook and the coachman, no turning round Up is the tunnel, just beyond is the bend the word to the preacher, it's all up to him
Said the preacher's drinking and he's starting to cry Saying Great God Almighty, all gonna die All the porters are nobody survives And the Indian Cowboy is a dive
The undertaker is laughing, the doctor's as a stone The player is playing there's no place like home We'll be making the trestle just the hill If we don't it now boys, we never will
the trains hit the trestle and the trestle gave way The two collided in midair they say When the dust settled, all they found was a hole And a short handle shovel full of 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 look for a message and we in our souls As we through the wreckage like we're shoveling coal.