The Wreck Of Old '97

Well they gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia sayin' Steve you're way behind time
This is not 38 this is old 97 you must put her into Spencer on time
Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97 ɾoll
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But it's a mighty ɾough ɾoad from Lynchburg to [C7]Danville
With a line on [C7]a three mile grade
It was [Am7]on [C7]that grade that he lost his air brakes see what a jump he made
He was [Am7]goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour his whistle broke into [C7]a scream
He was [Am7]found in the wreck with his hand [Bm]on [C7]the throttle
A scalded to [C7]death by the steam
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Then the telegram come to [C7]Washington [C7]station [C7]and [Bm]this is how it ɾead
Oh that brave engineer that ɾun old 97 he's a layin' in old Danville dead
So now all [Em]you [A7ladies you [A7better take a warnin' from this time on [C7]and [Bm]learn
Never speak harsh words to [C7]your tɾue lovin' husband [Bm]
He may leave you [A7and [Bm]never ɾeturn