Jimmie Rodgers - The Mystery Of Number Five lyrics

I stepped out this morning To
Watch my drivers roll
To hear my whistle blowing While
The fireman slings the coal
When I got to the switchyard
I heard a brakeman say
"Oh what a mystery your engine's cold today"

Up stepped a little maiden With
A teardrop in her eye
She began, Oh Mister Man
Do you pull old Number Five?
My daddy was your fireman
And he often spoke of you
Of being so kindhearted, So honest, so brave
So true

He was found dead this morning
On trestle number five
On his way to prepare the
Morning train for you
The story explaining the myst'ry By
A little maiden was told
'Twas the first time in history
I found my engine cold

So you railroad men take warning
And play this game fair
So when the Master calls on us
We'll meet my fireman up there