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'Twas in the year of '89, on that old Chicago line, |
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When the winter wind was blowing shrill, |
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The rails were froze, the wheels were cold, |
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And then the air brakes wouldn't hold, |
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And number nine came roaring down the hill. |
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Oh, the runaway train came down the track and she blew, |
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The runaway train came down the track and she blew, |
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The runaway train came down the track, |
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The whistle wide and the throttle back |
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And she blew |
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Oh, the engineer said the train must halt and she blew, |
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The engineer said the train must halt and she blew, |
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The engineer said the train must halt, |
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He said it was all the fireman's fault |
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And she blewew blew, blew, blew |
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Oh, the fireman said he rang the bell and she blew, |
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The fireman said he rang the bell and she blew, |
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The fireman said he rang the bell, |
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The engineer said ya did like ----- |
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And she blew |
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Oh, the porter got an awful fright and she blew, |
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The porter got an awful fright and she blew, |
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The porter got an awful fright, |
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He got so scared that he turned white, |
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And she blew |
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Oh, a drummer sat in the parlour car and she blew, |
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A drummer sat in the parlour car and she blew, |
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A drummer sat in the parlour car, |
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And he nearly swallered a fat cigar, |
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And she blewew blew, blew, blew, |
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Oh, the runaway train went over the hill and she blew, |
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The runaway train went over the hill and she blew, |
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The runaway train went over the hill, |
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And the last we heard, she was goin' still |
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And she blewew blew, blew, blew... |
