Engine 143 - Joan Baez
Along came the F15 the swiftest on the line
Running o'er the C&O road
Just twenty minutes behind
Running into Cevile head porters 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 he darted
Against the rocks he crushed
Upside down the engine turned
And Georgie's breast did smash
His head was against the firebox door
The flames are rolling high
I'm glad I was born for
An engineer on the C&O road to die
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 George 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 railway
And laid in a lonesome grave
His face was covered up
With blood his eyes they could not see
And the very last words
Poor Georgie cry when nearer my God to thee