| Well they gave him his orders in Munroe, Virginia
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| Saying, «Steve, you? |
| re a way behind time
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| This is not 38 but it? |
| s old 97
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| You must put her into Spencer on time»
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| Well, he turned to the black greasy fireman and said
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| «Just shovel on a little more coal
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| And when we cross that wide open mountain
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| You can watch old 97 roll»
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| It? |
| s a long, long way from Danville to Lynchburg
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| Got a line near the three mile grade
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| It was on that grade that he lost his air breaks
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| You could see what a jump that he made
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| He was going down the grade doing 90 miles an hour
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| When the whistle broke into a scream
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| He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
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| And scalded to death by the steam
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| Well, a telegram came to Washington station
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| And this is what it read
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| «Oh that brave engineer that runs old 97
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| Well, he? |
| s lying in old Danville dead»
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| Now come on you ladies and from me take warning
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| And from this day on, you must learn
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| Never speak harsh words to your kind hearted husband
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| He may leave you and never return |