Engine One-Forty-Three Songtext
von The Carter Family
Engine One-Forty-Three Songtext
Along came the FFV, the swiftest on the line
Running o′er the C & O road just 20 minutes behind
Running into Seville headquarters on the line
Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind
Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm
Saying, my darling son, be careful how you run
For many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time
And if you run your engine right you′ll get there just on time
Up the road she darted, against the rocks she crashed
Upside-down the engine turned, and Georgie's breast it smashed
His head was against the firebox door, the flames were rolling high
I'm glad I was born for an engineer to die on the C & O road
The doctor said to Georgie, my darling boy, be still
Your life may yet be saved if it is God′s blessed will
Oh, no, said Georgie, that will not do, I want to die so free
I want to die for the engine I love, one hundred and forty-three
The doctor said to Georgie, your life cannot be saved
Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave
His face was covered up with blood, his eyes you could not see
And the very last words poor Georgie said was nearer, my God, to Thee
Running o′er the C & O road just 20 minutes behind
Running into Seville headquarters on the line
Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind
Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm
Saying, my darling son, be careful how you run
For many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time
And if you run your engine right you′ll get there just on time
Up the road she darted, against the rocks she crashed
Upside-down the engine turned, and Georgie's breast it smashed
His head was against the firebox door, the flames were rolling high
I'm glad I was born for an engineer to die on the C & O road
The doctor said to Georgie, my darling boy, be still
Your life may yet be saved if it is God′s blessed will
Oh, no, said Georgie, that will not do, I want to die so free
I want to die for the engine I love, one hundred and forty-three
The doctor said to Georgie, your life cannot be saved
Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave
His face was covered up with blood, his eyes you could not see
And the very last words poor Georgie said was nearer, my God, to Thee
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