Letra de Wreck Of The Old 97

They gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia Sayin' Steve you're way behind time This is not 38 but this it's old 97 You must put her in Spencer on time He turned around and said to his black greasy fireman Just shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain You can watch old 97 roll He was goin' down the grade makin' 90 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 It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville With a line on a three mile grade It was on this grade that he lost his air brakes And he see what a jump we made He was goin' down the grade... [ harmonica ] So come on 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