T'was in the year of eighty-nine, on that old Chicago 
line**
When the winter wind was blowin' shrill
The rails were froze, the wheels were cold, then the 
air
brakes wouldn't hold
And Number Nine came roaring down the hill.....oooooh!
The runaway train came down the track and she blew, she 
blew
The runaway train came down the track and she blew, she 
blew
The runaway train came down the track, her whistle wide 
and her throttle back
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
The engineer said the train must halt and she blew, she 
blew
The engineer said the train must halt and she blew, she 
blew
The engineer said the train must halt, he said it was 
all
the fireman's fault
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
The fireman said he rang the bell and she blew, she 
blew
The fireman said he rang the bell and she blew, she 
blew
The fireman said he rang the bell, the engineer said 
"You did like ..."
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
The porter got an awful fright and she blew, she blew
The porter got an awful fright and she blew, she blew
The porter got an awful fright, he got so scared he 
near
turned white
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
A drummer sat in the parlor car and she blew, she blew
A drummer sat in the parlor car and she blew, she blew
A drummer sat in the parlor car and he nearly swallowed 
a fat cigar
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew
The runaway train went over the hill and she blew, she 
blew
The runaway train went over the hill and she blew, she 
blew
The runaway train went over the hill and the last we 
heard she was going still
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew

** Dalhart sang "Chicago" as "Shy-Cago"
** Sometimes sung as "Great Western line"