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Johnny Cash
"Wreck Of The Old 97 (1964)" lyrics

Wreck Of The Old 97 (1964)

Well, they give him his orders
At Monroe, Virginia
Saying, "Steve, you're way behind time
This is not thirty-eight
This is old ninety-seven
You must 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 ninety-seven roll"

But 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 air brakes
See what a jump we made

He was going down a grade
Making ninety miles an hour
His whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck
With his hand on the throttle
Scalded to death by the steam

Then a telegram come
To Washington station
And this is how it read
"Oh, that brave engineer
That run ol ninety-seven
Is lying in old Danville dead"

So now all you ladies
You'd better take a warning
From this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words
To your true-loving husband
He may leave you and never return