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Wreck Of The Old ’97 Lyrics
WRECK OF THE OLD ’97
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They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin', "Steve you're way
behind time This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven You must put
her in Spencer on time" Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy
fireman "Just shovel in a little more coal And when we cross that white oak
mountain You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll" It's a mighty rough road from
Lynchburg to Danville In a line on a three mile grade It was on that grade where
he lost his airbrakes So you see what a jump he made He was goin' down grade
makin' ninety miles an hour And his whistle broke into a scream He was found in
the wreck, with his hand on the throttle And scalded to death by the steam Now,
ladies, you must all take warning From this time on and learn Never speak harsh
words to your true lovin' husband He may leave you and never return
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