One of the most written about subjects, I guess,in American folk music is stories about the railroad.Songs about train wrecks, for instance.The wreck of 1262.She just left a point at Chickamae, the freight number 1262.And on down the mountain she traveled, so brave were the men in her crew.And the engineer pulled at the whistle, for the brakes wouldn't work when applied.And the brakeman climbed out on the car top, for he knew what that whistle had cried.With all of the strength that God gave him, he tied in those brakes with a prayer.But the train went right on down that mountain, her whistle still piercing the air.She traveled at sixty an hour, gaining speed every foot of the way.And then with the crash it was over, and there on the track the freight lay.It's not the amount of the damage, or the value of what the wreck cost.It's the sad scene they found in the cabin, where the lives of two brave men were lost.They found them at their post in the wreckage, where they died when the engine had felled.The engineer still held the whistle, and the fireman still clung to the bell.Now this story is told of a freight train, but it should be a warning to all.We need to be prepared every moment, for we can never tell when you call.