They gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia
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Sayin' Steve you're way behind time
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This is not 38 but it's old 97
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You must put her into Spencer on time
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He looked round and said to his black greasy fireman
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Shovel on a little more coal
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And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
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You can watch old 97 roll
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[ harmonica - fiddle ]
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It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
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With a line on a three mile grade
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It was on that grade that he lost his airbrakes
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And see what a jump we made
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[ dobro ]
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He was goin' down the grade making ninety miles an hour
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When his whistle began to a scream
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He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
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And scalded to death by the steam
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[ fiddle ]
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So come all you ladies you must take a warning
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From this time on and learn
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Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband
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He may leave you and never return
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Wreck Of The Old 97
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| Roy Acuff |
