The stories behind The Blacksmith of Clinch Mountain

• Fast Banjo and Steam Grit in Clinch Mountain — Take B accelerates into a 142 BPM bluegrass sprint, matching rapid fiddle runs with the roar of a runaway mountain hauler.
• Hauling MRI Coils Across Clinch Mountain — When mountain railroads wash out, Appalachian ingenuity and rapid mechanical transport deliver critical imaging hardware.

Lyrics

Watch out on the

Clinchfield line, fire up the boiler jet,

we're taking the log and roll!

Freight train jumped the rail down in

Possum Creek The brand new gradient core was sitting on the peak

Regional hospital had 40 patients queued

And the O .M. dispatcher was thoroughly subdued

Old Jed had an antique

Stanley flatbed rig Running on dry timber and iron boiler big

Whitched a heavy crane right up on the oak

Hit the mountain switchbacks in a cloud of hickory smoke

It'll cryin' loud, boiler poppin' steam

Runway battle, mid -mountain climbin' dream

Hang on to your suspenders, watch the gravel fly

Takin' that call where the eagles fly

Rolled steam car, rolled through the blue ridge pines

Faster than a freight train on the railroad lines

Three tons of copper on a timber hauler bed

With an old mountain wrench and a mechanic named

Jet Spitting out cinders, pouring round the bend

Got a hospital bed, lining the valley to defend

Bluegrass bioengineering on the run

Gonna have that scanner running by the morning sun

Took the gravel hairpin on two wooden wheels

Jed was whistling happy with a stomach made of steel

Crossed the county border at four o 'clock in a gray

Rolled through the ambulance bay in a glorious display

Doctors dropped their clipboards, nurses gathered round

As the steam engine whistled with a mighty mountain sound

Rolled that coil in, rigged it to the gantry crane

Calibrated shot through the mountain mist and rain

And roll steam carol through the

Blue Ridge Pines Faster than the freight train on the railroad lines

Three tons of copper on a timber hauler bed

With an old mountain ridge and a mechanic named

Jed Spittin' out cinders, rollin' round the bend

Got a hospital deadline in the valley to defend

Bluegrass bioengineering on the run

Gonna have that scanner runnin' by the morning sun

Fire in the firebox, pressure in the gauge

Ridin' mountain history on the modern page

Ha ha ha!

Yeah!

Ha ha ha!

First game, passing queen

Thank you, Jeff

Have a jar of moonshine