Wreck of the Old 97 (Live)

Well they gave him his orders at

Monroe Virginia

Said Steve you're way behind timeThis is not 38 this is Old 97Put her into Spencer on time

Then he turned around and said to his black greasy firemanShovel on a little more coalAnd when we cross that White Oak MountainWatch Old 97 roll

And then a telegram come from

Washington station

This is how it readOh that brave engineer that run Old 97Is lyin' in old Danville dead'

Cause he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour

The whistle broke into a scream

He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle

Scalded to death by the steam

One more time

Oh now all you ladies you'd better take a warning

From this time on and learn

Never speak hard words to your true-lovin' husband

He may leave you and never return poor boy