Roy Acuff
Wreck of the Old '97
They gave him his orders at Monroe, VirginiaSaying, "Steve you're way behind timeThis is not '38 but it's old '97You must put her into Spencer on time."He looked round and said to his black greasy firemanShovel on a little more coalAnd when we cross that White Oak MountainYou can watch old '97 rollIt's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to DanvilleWith a line on a three mile gradeIt was on that grade that he lost his air brakesAnd see what a jump we madeHe was going down the grade making ninety miles an hourWhen his whistle began to a screamHe was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttleAnd scalded to death by the steamSo come all you ladies, you must take a warningFrom this time on and learnNever speak harsh words to your true loving husbandHe may leave you and never return
From Letras Mania