The Wreck Of The Old '97 Lyrics by Hank Snow
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They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time
This is not 38, but it's old 97
You must put her in Spencer on time"

Then he looked around and
Said to 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
In a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his airbrakes
Oh, you see what a jump we made

He was goin' down the grade
Making 90 miles an hour
When his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck
With his hand on the throttle
And was scalded to death by the steam

Now ladies, you must take a warning
From this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words
To your true love or husband
He may leave you and never return
They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia   Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time   This is not 38, but it's old 97   You must put her in Spencer on time"      Then he looked around and   Said to 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   In a line on a three mile grade   It was on that grade that he lost his airbrakes   Oh, you see what a jump we made      He was goin' down the grade   Making 90 miles an hour   When his whistle broke into a scream   He was found in the wreck   With his hand on the throttle   And was scalded to death by the steam      Now ladies, you must take a warning   From this time on and learn   Never speak harsh words   To your true love or husband   He may leave you and never return