Wreck Of The Old ’97

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Well, they give him his orders from Monroe, Virginia "Steve, you're way behind time It's not 38, it's the old 97 Bring her into Spencer on time." Well he turned and said to his black greasy fireman "Shovel on a little more coal By they time we hit that White Oak Mountain Watch that 97 roll." Here we go! Well the ... came from Washington Station This is how it read "That brave engineer who took old 97 Is laying in Danville dead Well he went down the grade about ninety miles an hour His whistle broke into a scream They found him in the wreck, his hand to the throttle Scalded to death by the steam" Ohhh! Now all you ladies, you better take a warning This time on and learn Never speak a harsh word to your good loving husband Fore he may never return One more time! Poor boy!