Roy Acuff - Wreck Of The Old 97 lyrics

They gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia Sayin' Steve you're way behind time This is not 38 but it's old 97 You must put her into Spencer on time He looked round and said to his black greasy fireman Shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain You can watch old 97 roll [ harmonica - fiddle ] It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville With a line on a three mile grade It was on that grade that he lost his airbrakes And see what a jump we made [ dobro ] He was goin' down the grade making ninety miles an hour When his whistle began to a scream He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle And scalded to d**h by the steam [ fiddle ] So come all you ladies you must take a warning From this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband He may leave you and never return