Marty Robbins - The Wreck Of The lyrics

On a cold day and dark cloudy ev'nin' Just before the close of day There came Harry Lyle and Dillard And with Anderson they rode away. From Clifton Forge they started And their spirits were runnin' high And they stopped at Iron Gate and waited 'Til Old Number 9 went by. On the main line once more they started Down the James River cold, dark and drear And they gave no thought to the danger Or the d**h that was waiting so near. They were gay and they joked with each other As they sped on their way side by side And the old engine rocked as she travelled Thru the night on that last fatal ride. In an instant the story was ended On here side in that cold river bed With poor Harry Lyle in the cabin With a deep, fatal wound in his head. Railroad men you should all take a warnin' From the fate that befell this young man Don't forget that the step is a short one From this earth to that sweet, promised land.