# bride. The wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along The black smoke came pouring from the stack The headlight a-gleam seemed to brighten his dream Of tomorrow when he'd be goin' back. He sped around the hill and his brave heart stood still The headlight was shining in his face He whispered a prayer as he threw on the air For he knew this would be his final race. In the wreck he was found lying there on the ground He asked them to raise his weary head His breath slowly went as this (chordiearchive.chordie.com)
