Well they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,
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Said: "Steve, you're way behind time,
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"This is not 38, this is Ol' 97,
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"Put her into Spencer on time."
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Then he turned around 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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"Watch Ol' '97 roll."
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And then a telegram come from Washington station,
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This is how it read:
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"Oh that brave engineer that run ol 97,
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"Is lyin in old Danville dead."
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'Cos he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour,
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The whistle broke into a scream.
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He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,
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Scalded to death by the steam.
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One more time!
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Oh, now all you ladies you'd better take a warning,
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From this time on and learn.
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Never speak hard words to your true-lovin' husband.
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He may leave you and never return.
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Poor Boy.
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Wreck Of The Old '97
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| Johnny Cash |
