The Wreck of the Number Nine

The Wreck of the Number Nine - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)

Written by：Robinson

One cold winter's night not a star was in sight

Then the north wind came howling down the line

With his sweetheart so dear stood a brave engineer

With his orders to pull old number nine

She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye

And the joy in his heart he could not hide

For the whole world was bright as she told him that night

That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride

Oh the wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along

And the black smoke came pouring from the stack

And the headlight a gleam seemed to brighten his dream

Of tomorrow when he'd be goin' back

He sped 'round the hill and his brave heart stood still

A headlight was shining in his face

An he whispered a prayer as he threw on the air

'Couse he knew this would be his final race

In the wreck he was found lying there on the ground

And he asked them to raise his weary head

As his breath slowly went this message he sent

To the maiden he knew he could not wed

There's a little white home that I bought for our own

Where I dreamed we'd be happy bye and bye

But I'll leave it to you for I know you'll be true

'Til we meet at those golden gates goodbye