The wreck of the old 97
Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Saying Steve you are way behind time This is not thirty eight, but it's old ninety seven You must put her into Danville on time He turned and said to his black greasy fireman Just shovel on a little more coal And when we cross the White Oak Mountain You can watch old ninety seven roll It's a mighty rough road from lynchburg to Daville On a line on a three mile grade It was on this grade that he lost his average You can see what a jump he made He was going down the grade makin' ninety miles an hour When his whistle broke into a scream They found him in the wreck with his hand on the throttle He was scalded to death by the steam Now ladies, you must take warning From this time now on learn Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband He may leave you and never return