Medley: The Back Porch and a Fruit Jar Full of Iced Tea

歌詞

Along came the F.F.V., the swiftest on the line She was running down the C&O road just twenty-five minutes behind Running into Sewall, the headquarters on the line And receiving very strict orders from the station right behind Georgie's mother came to him, her bucket on her arm And she said "My darling son, be careful how you run There's many a man that's lost his life just trying to make lost time But if you run your engine right you'll get there right on time" Up the tracks she darted, and into a rock she crashed Upside down the engine turned and poor Georgie's head was smashed His head lay against the firebox door and the flames were running high And he said, "I'm proud to be born for an engineer with C&O road to die" The doctor said to Georgie, "My darling boy, be still Your life may yet be saved if it is God's precious will" "Oh no" cried he, "That will not do - I'd rather die so free I want to die for the engine I love: One hundred and forty-three" The doctor said to Georgie, "Your life cannot be saved" He was murdered on a railway and laid in a lonesome grave And his eyes were covered up with blood and his eyes they could not see So the very last words poor Georgie cried were, "Nearer my God to thee" Late in the evening at about sundown High on the hill, up above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring You could hear it talk and you could hear it sing Oh the people come from far away Dance all night till the break of day When the caller hollered the "Do-si-do" You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go Late in the evening at about sundown High on the hill, up above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring You could hear it talk and you could hear it sing He played a tune they called the "Soldier's Joy" And the one that they called the "Boston Boy" The greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn" To me, that's where good fiddlin' begins Late in the evening at about sundown High on the hill, up above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring You could hear it talk and you could hear it sing I'll never forget that mournful day When old Uncle Pen was called away He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow And he knew it was time for him to go Late in the evening at about sundown High on the hill, up above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring You could hear it talk and you could hear it sing You could hear it sing You could hear it sing A'you could hear it sing You could hear it sing