The Wreck Of The Number Nine Doc Watson

On a dark, stormy night, not a star was in sight
As the North wind came howlin' down the line
Stood a brave engineer with his sweetheart so dear
And his orders to pull ol' number nine

She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye
And the join in her heart he couldn't hide
As he left her that night, his whole world seemed right
For tomorrow she'd be his lovin' bride

The wheels hummed a song as the train moved along
And the black smoke came pouring from the stack
And his headlight a-gleamed seemed to brighten his dream
For tomorrow when he'd be a-commin' back

But as he turned around the hill, his brave heart stood still
For a headlight was shining in his face
And he threw on the air, as he whispered a prayer
For he knew this would be his final race

In the wreckage, he was found lying there on the ground
And he begged them to raise his weary head
As his breath slowly went, here's the message he sent
To the maiden that he had planned to wed

"There's a little white house that I built for our own
Where I knew we'd be happy, you and I
Dear, I leave it to you cause I know you'll be true
Til we meet at the golden gate, goodbye"