Wreck of the Old '97 Lyrics
Wreck of the Old '97 - Hank Snow
Written by：F. J. Lewey/Henry Whitter
All they give him his orders at Monroe Virginia saying Steve
You're way behind time
This is not 38 but old 97
You must put in Spencer on time
He looked around and said
His black greasy fireman
Just shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that white oak mountain
You can watch old 97 roll
It's a mighty rough road
From Lynchburg to Danville
A line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade
He lost his air brakes
Then you see what a jump we made
He was going down
Making 90 miles an hour
When his whistle broke into scream
He was found in the wreck
This hand on throttle and was scalded death by steam
Now ladies you must take a warning
From this time now and go
Never speak harsh words
To your true love it husband
He may leave you and never return