The Wreck Of The Old 97
Oh They gave Stevie's his orders in Monroe, Virginia
Sayin' Steve you're always behind time
This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old 'Ninety-Seven
You must put her into Spencer on time

Well he turned and he said to his black, greasy fireman
Jus' shove on in a lil' more coal
And when we cross that wide old mountain
You can watch old '97 roll

It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
In a line on a three mile grade
It was on this grade that he lost his airbrake
And you see what a jump he made

He was goin' down the grade makin' ninety miles an hour
When his whistle begin to scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
And a scalded to death by the steam

Now come on you young ladies take warnin' from this
Never is for to return
Never speak harsh words To your true love and husband
He may leave you and never return