Train
are starting to rumble, wheels beginning to roll There's a short handle shovel full of number 9 Hey, mister brakeman are we on time No, mister engineer, think we're falling
Will we crash on the trestle? Will we pass on the All I can guess is, we'll be seeing train No way to stop em? No way to Keep your hand on the throttle and your eye on the
Send the word to the sherriff, make the people lie Tell the cook and the coachman, no turning round Up is the tunnel, just beyond is the bend Pass the to the preacher, it's all up to him
Said the preacher's been drinking and starting to cry Great God Almighty, we're all gonna die All the porters are betting nobody And the Cowboy is taking a dive
The undertaker is laughing, the cold as a stone The fiddle is playing there's no place like home We'll be the trestle just over the hill If we make it now boys, we never will
When the trains hit the trestle and the trestle way The two collided in midair they say When the dust finally settled, all found was a hole And a short shovel full of number 9 coal
A years after and a hundred miles high The captain commander looks 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.