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Down on the Levee Levee so low
Late in the evening, hear the train blow
Hear the train blow love hear the train blow
Late in the evening hear the train blow

Roses love sunshine violets and you
Angels in heaven know I love you
Write me a letter send it by mail
Send it in care of Birmingham jail

Birmingham jail love Birmingham jail
Send it in care of Birmingham jail
Bessie my darling Bessie my dear
Bessie I love you goodness I do

Down in the meadow Down on my knee
Praying to heaven give my heart ease
God is the king love Pining for love
Kiss me once more love then I must go

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The Wreck of the Old 97

They gave him his orders
at Monroe Virginia
Saying Pete your away behind time
This is not 38 but its old 97
You must get her in Spencer on time

He turned around to his black greasy firemen
Saying shovel in a little more coal
And when we crais that wide Oak Mountain
You can watch old 97 roll

Its a mighty rough road from Linchheard to Danville
Its a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his average
And you see what a jump he made

He was going down grade making ninty miles an hr
When his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
And was scalded to death by the steam

Now ladies all you must take warning
And for this time now and all
never speak harsh words to your true love or husband
He may leave you and never return

The Mystery of Number Five

As I stepped out thhis morning
To answer my drivers roll
To hear my whistle blowing
While the fireman sling the coal

And when I reached the switches
I heard a breakman say
Oh what a Mystery
Your engines cold today

Up stepped a little maiden
With a tear drop in her eye
And she began Oh Mister man
Do you push old Number Five

My Daddy was your fireman
And he often spoke of you
Of being so kind hearted
So honest brave and true

He was found dead this morning
On [trustle] numbe two
While on his way to prepare
The morning train for you

This story is framed in mystery
As by a little maiden told
While for the first time in history
I found my engine cold

Now all you railraod men take warning
And play the game fair
So when our master calls on us
We’ll meet my fireman there

In The Baggage Coach Ahead

On a dark and stormy night
A train rattled on
All the travelers had gone to bed
Except one young man with a babe in his arms
Who sat with a bowed down head

The innocent one began crying just then
As though its poor heart would break
An angry man said make that child stop its noise
For its keeping all of us awake

Put it out said another don’t keep it in here
Weve paid for our berth and our rest
But never a word said the man with the child
As he fondled it close to his breast

Where is its mother go take it to her
This a lady than softly said
I wish that I could was the mans sad reply
But she lies in the coach ahead

While the train rattled on a husband sat in tears
Thinking of the happy days of just a few short years
For baby face brings pictures of a cherished hope thats dead
But baby cries can’t wake her in the baggage coach ahead

Each eye filled up with tears as his story he told
Of a wife who was faithful and true
Of how he had saved all his earnings for years
Just to build up a home for two

How when heaven had sent this sweet little babe
Their young happy wives were blessed
His heart seemed to break
When he mentioned her name
And in tears tried to tell them the rest

Every woman arose to assist with the child
There were mothers and wives on the train
And soon was the little one sleeping in peace
With no thought of sorrow or pain

Next morn at the station he bade all good-bye
God Bless you he gratefully said
Each one had a story to tell their home
Of the baggage coach ahead

The Little Red Caboose Behind The Train

While riding on the Band 6 from Phillie to N.Y.
And meditating as the train rolled by some happy thoughts came back to me
I’ll mention them to you
The thoughts of when I was a railroad boy
And if you will but listen I will tell you of the fun
That we had in sunshine snow or rain
 We all would get together round the cosy little fire
In the little re caboose behind the train

At night when we’d lay down to sleep upon our humble cots
We would always sing some old familar strain
And the angels they watch over us as we lay fast asleep
In the little red caboose behind the train

I was flagman on the train and did my duty well
And always kept the signals in good trim
Especially the red lights they were always in their place
All polished up and brightened was the tin
We also used to cook our meals and eat aboard the train
When our friends would join us we’d get rasin cane
We always had a pantry and we kept in neat and clearn
In the little red caboose behind the train

The boys all knew when pay day came
They were wathing for the car
And when they saw it coming up the grade
They waited for their wages then all would go to town
But the first thing they would see their board was paid
Then what a time the boys all had drinking lemonade
They would spend their money freely more to gain
but when they’d got a small sized bun you would see them steering off
For the little red caboose behind the train