Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time
This is not Thirty-Eight it is old Ninety-Seven
So put her into Spencer on time."
Then he 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."
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And then a telegram came from Washington station and this is how it read
well that brave engineer that ran old 97 is lying in old daneville dead
cause he was going down the grid makeing 90 miles an hour
And his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle,
scalded to death by the steam
now all you ladies you better take warnin'
Never speak harsh words to atrue lovin' husband
he may leave you and never return, poor boy