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."
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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."
(Chorus)
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)