Wreck Of The Old 97 |
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Wreck Of The Old 97 Lyrics |
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 Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, VirginiaSayin`, `Steve you`re way behind time This is not Thirty-Eight but it is old Ninety-Seven you must put her into Spencer on time.` He turned and said to his black greasy fireman `Shovel on some 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 And Lima`s a three mile grade It was on this grade when he lost his air brakes And you see what a job he made He was going down the grade makin` ninety miles an hour When his whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle, scalded to death by the steam Hey come on you ladies you must take warnin` From this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to your true lovin` husband He may leave you and never return Never speak harsh words to your true lovin` husband He may leave you and never return |
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