Wreck of the Old - Johnny Cash

Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia, said:?

Pete,

you´re ´way behind time;

This is not thirty-eight, this is old ninety-seven,

Put her into Spencer on time

Then her 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 ninety-seven roll.

And then a telegram came from Washington Station

and this is how it read-

Oh that brave engineer that ran old ninety-seven

Is lying in old Anvil dead.

´Cos he was going down the grade making ninety miles an hour

the whistle broke into a scream-

He was found in the wreck with his handon the Throttle-

Scalded to dead by the steam.

Well now?

all you ladies had better take a warning

from this time on and learn,

never speak harsh words to your true lovin´ husband

He may leave you and never return?

poor boy!