| One dark stormy night not a star was in sight
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| The North wind came howling down the line
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| There stood a brave engineer with his sweetheart so dear
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| And his orders to pull old Number Nine
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| She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye
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| The joy in his heart he couldn’t hide
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| The whole world seemed right for she told him that night
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| That tomorrow she’d be his blushing bride
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| The wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along
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| The black smoke came pouring from the stack
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| The headlight a-gleam seemed to brighten his dream
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| Of tomorrow when he’d be goin' back
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| He sped around the hill and his brave heart stood still
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| The headlight was shining in his face
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| He whispered a prayer as he threw on the air
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| For he knew this would be his final race
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| In the wreck he was found lying there on the ground
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| He asked them to raise his weary head
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| His breath slowly went as this message he sent
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| To a maiden who thought she would be wed
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| «There's a little white home that I built for our own
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| Where I dreamed we’d be happy, you and I
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| But I leave it to you for I know you’ll be true
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| Til we meet at the Golden Gate, goodbye.». |