Jim Reeves - The wreck of the number nine

One ^Gdark stormy night not a ^Cstar was in sight The ^GNorth wind came howling down the ^Dline There stood a ^Gbrave engineer with his ^Csweetheart so dear And his ^Gorders to ^Dpull old Number ^GNine.

She ^Dkissed him goodbye with a ^Gtear in her eye The ^Cjoy in his ^Gheart he couldn't ^D7hide The ^Gwhole world seemed right for she ^Ctold him that night That ^Gtomorrow she'd ^Dbe his blushing ^Gbride.

The ^Gwheels hummed a song as the ^Ctrain rolled along The ^Gblack smoke came pouring from the ^Dstack The ^Gheadlight a-gleam seemed to ^Cbrighten his dream Of to^Gmorrow when ^Dhe'd be goin' ^Gback.

He ^Dsped around the hill and his ^Gbrave heart stood still The ^Cheadlight was ^Gshining in his ^D7face He ^Gwhispered a prayer as he ^Cthrew on the air For he ^Gknew this would ^Dbe his final ^Grace.

In the ^Gwreck he was found lying ^Cthere on the ground He ^Gasked them to raise his weary ^Dhead His ^Gbreath slowly went as this ^Cmessage he sent To a ^Gmaiden who ^Dthought she would be ^Gwed.

"There's a ^Dlittle white home that I ^Gbuilt for our own Where I ^Cdreamed we'd be ^Ghappy, you and ^D7I But I ^Gleave it to you for I ^Cknow you'll be true Til we ^Gmeet at the ^DGolden Gate - good^Gbye."