The Mystery Of Number Five

The Mystery Of Number Five - Jimmie Rodgers

I stepped out this morning To watch my drivers roll

To hear my whistle blowing While the fireman slings the coal;

When I got to the switchyard I heard a brakeman say

Oh what a mystery Your engine's cold today "

Up stepped a little maiden With a teardrop in her eye

She began Oh Mister Man Do you pull old Number Five

My daddy was your fireman And he often spoke of you

Of being so kindharted So honest so brave so true

He was found dead this morning On trestle number five

On his way to prepare the morning train for you

The story explaining the mystery By a little maiden was told

I was the first time in history I found my engine cold

So you railroad men take warning And play this game fair

So when the Master calls on us We'll meet my fireman up there