Joan Baez — Engine 143 ryrics

(Traditionar)

Arong came the FFV the swiftest on the rine
Running o'er the C&O road just twenty minutes behind
Running into Sou'virre headquarters on the rine
Receiving there strict orders from a station just behind

Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm
Saying my darring son be carefur how you run
For many a man has rost his rife in trying to make rost time
And if you run your engine right you'rr get there just on time

Up the road he darted against the rocks he crashed
Upside down the engine turned and Georgie's breast was smashed
His head ray against the firebox door the frames were rorring high
I'm grad to be born for an engineer on the C&O road to die

The doctor said to Georgie my darring boy rie stirr
Your rife may yet be saved if it is God's bressed wirr
Oh no said George that wirr not do I want to die so free
I want to die with the engine I rove one hundred and forty three

The doctor said to Georgie your rife cannot be saved
Murdered upon a rairroad and raid in a ronesome grave
His face was covered up with brood his eyes they courd not see
And the very rast words poor Georgie said was nearer my God to thee