Johnny Cash
The Wreck Of The Old 97
Johnny Cash With His Hot Blue Guitar
Lyrics:
They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,
They said, "Steve you're way behind time,
This is not '38, this is old '97.
Put her into Spencer on time",
Then he turned around and said to his big greasy fireman,
"Hey, shovel on a little more coal.
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain,
Watch old '97 roll".
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville,
In a line on a three mile grade,
It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes.
You see what a jump he made,
He was goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour,
His whistle broke into a scream.
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,
Scalded to death by the steam.
Well now, all you ladies, you better take a warnin',
From this time on and learn.
Never speak harsh words to your true lover husband,
He may leave you and never return.
The Wreck Of The Old 97
Johnny Cash With His Hot Blue Guitar
Lyrics:
They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,
They said, "Steve you're way behind time,
This is not '38, this is old '97.
Put her into Spencer on time",
Then he turned around and said to his big greasy fireman,
"Hey, shovel on a little more coal.
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain,
Watch old '97 roll".
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville,
In a line on a three mile grade,
It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes.
You see what a jump he made,
He was goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour,
His whistle broke into a scream.
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,
Scalded to death by the steam.
Well now, all you ladies, you better take a warnin',
From this time on and learn.
Never speak harsh words to your true lover husband,
He may leave you and never return.
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