The Wreck Of The Old ’97

They gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia sayin' Steve you're way behind time
This is not 38 this is old 97 put her into Spencer on time
Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman, hey, shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97 roll

It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
With a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes
You see what a jump he made

He was goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
A scalded to death by the steam
Now all you ladies you better take a warnin' from this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband
He may leave you and never return
Poor boy