The Wreck of the Old 97

Notation: legacy / ballad
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On a cold frosty morning in the month of September
When the clouds were hanging low,
97 pulled out of the Washington station
Like an arrow shot out of a bow.

They handed him his orders in Munroe, Virginia
Saying, "Steve, you're way behind time.
This is not 38 but it's old 97,
You must put her into Spencer on time"

Well, Steve he turned to the black and greasy fireman
He said "Shovel on a little more coal
And when we get to old White Oak Mountain
You can watch old 97 roll."

It's a mighty long road from Lynchburg to Danville
And it lies on a three mile grade.
It was on that grade that he lost his air breaks
You could see what a jump that he made.

He was coming down the grade doing 90 miles an hour
When the whistle broke into a scream.
They found him in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
He was scalded to death by the steam.

The news was a-travelin' o'er the telegraph wire
and this is what it said,
"That brave engineer from Monroe Virginia
Is a layin' in the graveyard dead."

Now you railroad wives come and take warning
And this lesson you must learn:
Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband
He may leave you and never return.


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