Eddy Arnold Wreck Of The Old 97 Lyrics

Wreck Of The Old 97 Lyrics

They gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia

Sayin' Steve you're way behind time

This is not 38 but this it's old 97

You must put her in Spencer on time



He turned 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



He was goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour

His whistle broke into a scream

He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle

A scalded to death by the steam



It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville

With a line on a three mile grade

It was on this grade that he lost his air brakes

And he see what a jump we made



He was goin' down the grade...

[ harmonica ]

So come on you ladies you must 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