| Well, along come the FFV, the swiftest on the line
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| Running along the C&O 'road twenty minutes behind
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| Running in the Seville headquarters on the line
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| Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind
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| Well, George’s mother come to him with a bucket on her arm
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| Saying, «My darling boy, be careful how you run
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| Well, it’s many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time
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| But if you run your engine right, you’ll make her just on time»
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| Aw, but off of the road she darted and into the rocks she crashed
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| Well, the engine she laid upside down and George’s breast was smashed
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| Well, his head lay against the firebox door and the flames were rolling high
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| Well, I’m proud to be born for an engineer on the C&O 'road to die
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| Well, the doctor come to Georgie, my darling boy be still
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| Well, your life can yet be saved, if it is God’s blessed will
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| Aw, no, no, it will not do, I want to fly so free
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| Well I want to die with the engine I love, a hundred and forty three
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| Then the doctor said to Georgie, «Well your life cannot be saved»
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| Murdered out on the railroad, laid in a lonesome grave
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| But his face was all covered up with blood, his eyes, they could not see
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| And the very last words that Georgie spoke were «Nearer my God to thee» |