It was on an August morning about half past eight Eight tobacco farmers had a very sad fate When these men left home, their hopes were very high They had no thought that they were soon to die On a tobacco-laden truck there were twelve men Eight of them were doomed never to see home again They met their fate on a railroad track These Deep Run farmers will never come back Old number fourteen on the Seaboard Line Roaring down the track, the engine running fine The truck neared the crossing. The train they did not hear They had no warning of a fate so near Drove upon the track, there was an awful crash Splint'ring of wood and a shatt'ring of glass When the train had stopped, the trainmen ran back Found those mangled bodies all along the railroad track Lumberton people were horrified to hear Of that terrible wreck that happened so near Only four men who ever came back Tell about the scene at the railroad track In a Deep Run cemetery they were buried side by side Bodies of those men who were killed on that ride Four grief-stricken families mourn for the ones they love They know they'll meet them in heaven above