The Runaway Train Composer(s): Guy Massey - Carson Robison Performer(s): Vernon Dalhart
T'was in the year of eighty-nine, on that old Chicago line When the winter wind was blowin' shrill The rails were froze, the wheels were cold, then the air brakes wouldn't hold And Number Nine came roaring down the hill... oooooh!
The runaway train came down the track and she blew, she blew The runaway train came down the track and she blew, she blew The runaway train came down the track, her whistle wide and her throttle back And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
The engineer said the train must halt and she blew, she blew The engineer said the train must halt and she blew, she blew The engineer said the train must halt, he said it was all the fireman's fault And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
The fireman said he rang the bell and she blew, she blew The fireman said he rang the bell and she blew, she blew The fireman said he rang the bell, the engineer said "You did like hell!" And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
The porter got an awful fright and she blew, she blew The porter got an awful fright and she blew, she blew The porter got an awful fright, he got so scared he near turned white And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
A donkey was standing in the way and she blew, she blew A donkey was standing in the way and she blew, she blew A donkey was standing in the way and all they found was just his bray And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
A drummer sat in the parlor car and she blew, she blew A drummer sat in the parlor car and she blew, she blew A drummer sat in the parlor car and he nearly swallowed a fat cigar And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
The conductor said there'd be a wreck and she blew, she blew The conductor said there'd be a wreck and she blew, she blew The conductor said there'd be a wreck and he felt the chills run up his neck And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
The runaway train went over the hill and she blew, she blew The runaway train went over the hill and she blew, she blew The runaway train went over the hill and the last we heard she was going still And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
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