Yet another childhood favourite from that tape I still have somewhere (I can't believe I still know the words to these songs!)
'Twas in the year of 89
On that old Chicago line
When the winter wind was blowing shrill
The rails were froze
The wheels were cold
And then the airbrakes wouldn't hold
And Number 9 came roaring down the hill
O the runaway train came down the track
And she blew
The runaway train came down the track
And she blew
The runaway train came down the track
Her whistle wide and her throttle back
And she blew-ew-ew-ew-ew
The engineer said the train must halt
And she blew
The engineer said the train must halt
And she blew
The engineer said the train must halt
He said it was all the fireman's fault
And she blew-ew-ew-ew-ew
Now the fireman said he rang the bell
And she blew
The fireman said he rang the bell
And she blew
The fireman said he rang the bell
The engineer said "You did like ****!"
And she blew-ew-ew-ew-ew
The porter got an awful fright
And she blew
The porter got an awful fright
And she blew
The porter got an awful fright
He got so scared he near turned white
And she blew-ew-ew-ew-ew
The conductor said there'd be a wreck
And she blew
The conductor said there'd be a wreck
And she blew
The conductor said there'd be a wreck
And he felt the chills run up his neck
And she blew-ew-ew-ew-ew
A drummer sat in the parlour car
And she blew
A drummer sat in the parlour car
And she blew
A drummer sat in the parlour car
And he nearly swallowed a fat cigar
And she blew-ew-ew-ew-ew
O the runaway train went over the hill
And she blew
The runaway train went over the hill
And she blew
The runaway train went over the hill
And the last we heard she was going still
And she blew-ew-ew-ew-ew