| Song | Engine 143 |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Volume 2 |
| Along came the F-15 the swiftest on the line | |
| Running over the C and O road just twenty minutes behind | |
| Running into Sou'ville headquarters on the line | |
| Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind | |
| Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm | |
| Saying, ‽My darling son, be careful how you run | |
| Many a man has lost his life by trying to make lost time | |
| But if you run your engine right, you'll get there just on time†| |
| Up the road he darted against the rocks he crushed | |
| Upside down the engine turned and Georgie's breast did smash | |
| His head was against the firebox door the flames were rolling high | |
| I'm glad I was born to be an engineer on the C and O road to die | |
| The doctor said to Georgie, ‽My darling son be still | |
| Your life may yet be saved if it is God's blessed will†| |
| ‽Oh noâ€, said George, ‽That will not do I want to 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†| |
| Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave | |
| His face was covered up with blood his eyes you could not see | |
| The very last words poor Georgie said was, ‽Nearer my God to thee†|
| Along came the F15 the swiftest on the line | |
| Running over the C and O road just twenty minutes behind | |
| Running into Sou' ville headquarters on the line | |
| Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind | |
| Georgie' s mother came to him with a bucket on her arm | |
| Saying, My darling son, be careful how you run | |
| Many a man has lost his life by trying to make lost time | |
| But if you run your engine right, you' ll get there just on time | |
| Up the road he darted against the rocks he crushed | |
| Upside down the engine turned and Georgie' s breast did smash | |
| His head was against the firebox door the flames were rolling high | |
| I' m glad I was born to be an engineer on the C and O road to die | |
| The doctor said to Georgie, My darling son be still | |
| Your life may yet be saved if it is God' s blessed will | |
| Oh no, said George, That will not do I want to 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 | |
| Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave | |
| His face was covered up with blood his eyes you could not see | |
| The very last words poor Georgie said was, Nearer my God to thee |