Yonder stands the reckless motorman
Who says his age is twenty one
Standing by his mainline motor
Saying, "Folks, what have I done?!?
Is it true I’ve killed my brakeman?
Is it true that he is dying?
Oh, I tried to stop my motor
But I could not stop in time!
See the cars stacked up on him
See him raise his weary head
See his sister standing by him
Crying, Brother, are you dead?"
"Sister, sister, I am dying
Soon I’ll be on yonder shore
Soon I’ll have a home in heaven
There’ll be no braking anymore
Go and tell my youngest brother
Take these words to an end
To never start the day a-braking
For his life is sure to end
Go tell my father, who is weighman
What he weighs to weigh it fair
There’ll be no scales up in heaven
For that meeting in the air."
Who says his age is twenty one
Standing by his mainline motor
Saying, "Folks, what have I done?!?
Is it true I’ve killed my brakeman?
Is it true that he is dying?
Oh, I tried to stop my motor
But I could not stop in time!
See the cars stacked up on him
See him raise his weary head
See his sister standing by him
Crying, Brother, are you dead?"
"Sister, sister, I am dying
Soon I’ll be on yonder shore
Soon I’ll have a home in heaven
There’ll be no braking anymore
Go and tell my youngest brother
Take these words to an end
To never start the day a-braking
For his life is sure to end
Go tell my father, who is weighman
What he weighs to weigh it fair
There’ll be no scales up in heaven
For that meeting in the air."
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