文本歌词

The Wreck Of The Old '97 - Mac Wiseman
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
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 with a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his airbrakes
And 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 on 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 and husband
He may leave you and never return