T'was a cold wintry night
Not a star was in sight
And he north wind was howling down the line
Went a brave engineer
With a sweetheart so dear
With an order to pull Old
Bury The Shovel
Clay Walker
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T'was a cold wintry night
Not a star was in sight
And he north wind was howling down the line
Went a brave engineer
With a sweetheart so dear
With an order to pull Old