Wreck Of The Old 97 Lyrics
Wreck Of The Old 97 - Woody Guthrie
Well 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 shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross
That White Oak Mountain watch old 97 roll
And then the telegram come to
Washington station this is how it read
Oh that brave engineer that run old 9
7 he's a layin' in old Danville dead
Cause 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
So 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