Lyrics of The wreck of the old '97

They gave him his orders at monroe, virginia,
Sayin' "steve, you're way behind time;
It's 8:38, and it's the old '97;
Gotta put her into danville on time."
Chorus:
Well, it's a mighty rough road from lynchburg down to danville,
On a line with a three-mile grade;
It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes;
You can see what a jump he made.
Steve brady he said to his black, greasy fireman,
"shovel on a little more coal;
I'm waitin' to pass them wide-open mountains;
Gonna see the old '97 roll."
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He's comin' down that line makin' ninety miles an hour;
The whistle broke into a scream;
They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle;
He'd been scalded to death by steam.
(chorus)
Well, come on now, all you ladies;
From this time on, now learn;
Don't you ever say harsh words to your true-lovin' husband;
He'll leave you and never return.
(chorus)
(instrumental bridge)
Well, he's comin' down that line makin' ninety miles an hour;
And the whistle broke into a scream;
They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle;
He'd been scalded to death by steam.
(chorus thrice)