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Down on the Souther Railroad Line on a cloudy August day
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Came a man from across the tracks and stopped our childish play
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Boys don't you raise no cain today I remember the words he said
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Annie Wallraiven's sick you know
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With a bad pain in her head
Well he told that engineer who pulls old 41
Not to blow his whistle loud on the morning mail run
And the fast express from Birmingham that gets in right on time
They don't blow the whistle post
Crossing No. 9
Well August days soon turned to fall and a chill fell in the air
The preachers came and the kenfolks went and friends
was everywhere
Then one day they brought the news it tore hard at my mind
Annie Wallraven's goine away
From crossing No.9
Way back home in Sulpher Springs the winter's coming hard
The Georgia wind is blowing shrill across the section yard
Snow is falling cold and white on the southern railroad line
And trains don't blow no more
Crossing No.9