Wreck of The Old 97 - текст песни
Wreck of The Old 97
Well, they give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time This is not Thirty-Eight, this is old Ninety-Seven You must put her into Spencer on time"
Then he turned and said to his black greasy fireman "Shovel in a little more coal And when we cross that white oak mountain Watch old Ninety-Seven roll"
But it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville In a line on a three mile grade It was on that grade that he lost his airbrakes See what a jump he made
He was going down the grade makin' ninety 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
Then a telegram come to Washington station And this is how it read "Oh that brave engineer that run old Ninety-Seven He's a-lyin' in old Danville dead
So now all you ladies you better take a-warnin' 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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