Just a child of 13, heading on my way, got news that
Them engines took my family that day. Im sad I'll weep,
I'll moan and groan, for what I thought was wrong.
Vowed my vengence on and on, thats why I sing this song!
I'm on the edge, of glory, with my powder in my gun,
Know idea what I'm headed for, it surley cant be wrong.
Out ther on my horse with no food nor water, cant take
The heat any more, it seems to be getting hotter. I pass
Out on the ground, hoping for mercy, I have know idea
Whats going on, can someone please help me!
I wake up in them engines camp, lying on the ground,
The silence is unbearable till someone broke the sound.
An engine man, spoke the words, "Are you OK?"
After that I learned what happened to my parents that day!
It was all misfortune, on that dreadful night.
It was all confusion, and they put up a fight.
Now I respect them engines, what they did wasnt wrong.
God Im sorry for 'em both, it surley can be wrong!
REPEAT CHORUS x3 BUT SAY CAN INSTEAD OF CANT, IN CHORUS.