The Wreck of the Old Number 9

Jim Reeves2013年8月12日


The Wreck of the Old Number 9 - Jim Reeves (吉姆·裏夫斯)

One dark stormy night not a

Star was in sight


The North wind came howling

Down the line


There stood a brave engineer


With his sweetheart so dear

And his orders to pull old

Number Nine


She kissed him goodbye

With a tear in her eye


The joy in his heart he

Couldn't hide


The whole world seemed

Right for she told him that night

That tomorrow she'd be

His blushing bride

The wheels hummed a song

As the train rolled along


The black smoke came

Pouring from the stack


The headlight a-gleam

Seemed to brighten his dream

Of tomorrow when he'd

Be goin' back


He sped around the hill and

His brave heart stood still

The headlight was shining in his face


He whispered a prayer as

He threw on the air

For he knew this would be

His final race


In the wreck he was found

Lying there on the ground

He asked them to raise his

Weary head


His breath slowly went as

This message he sent

To a maiden who thought

She would be wed


"There's a little white home

That I built for our own

Where I dreamed we'd

Be happy you and I


But I leave it to you for

I know you'll be true

Til we meet at the Golden

Gate goodbye "