The Wreck Of The Old '97

Well they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Said: "Steve, you're way behind time
"This is not 38, this is Ol' 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 Ol' '97 roll."

And then a telegram come from Washington station
This is how it read
"Oh that brave engineer that run ol 97
"Is lyin in old Danville dead."

'Cos 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.