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The Runaway Train - Vernon Dalhart
'Twas in the year of '89
On that old Chicago line
When the winter wind was blowing shrill
The rails were froze
The winds were cold
Then the air brakes wouldn't hold
And number 9 came
Roaring down the hill
Oh the runaway train came
The track and she blew
The runaway train came down
The track and she blew
The runaway train came
Down the track
Her whistle wide and her throttle back
And she blew
Oh the engineer said the train must halt and she blew
The engineer said the train must halt and she blew
The engineer said the train must halt
He said it was all the fireman's fault
And she blew blew blew blew
Oh the fireman said he rang the bell and she blew
The fireman said he rang the bell and she blew
The fireman said he rang the bell the engineer said you
Did like hell
And she blew
Oh the porter got an awful fright and she blew
The porter got an awful fright and she blew
The porter got an awful fright he got so scared he near
Turned white
And she blew
Oh a drummer sat in the parlor car and she blew
A drummer sat in the parlor car and she blew
A drummer sat in the parlor car and he nearly swallowed a
Fat cigar
And she blew blew blew blew
Oh the runaway train went over the hill and she blew
The runaway train went over the hill and she blew
The runaway train
Went over the hill
And the last we heard
She was going still
And she blew blew blew blew
