Lyrics Wreck of the Old Ninety Seven - Lonnie Donegan

Wreck of the Old Ninety Seven

Well they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Said: «Steve, you’re way behind time
«This is not 38, this is Ol' 97
«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 Ol' '97 roll.»
And then a telegram come from Washington station
This is how it read:
«Oh that brave engineer that run ol 97
«Is lyin in old Danville dead.»
'Cos he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour
The whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
Scalded to death by the steam
And then a telegram come from Washington station
This is how it read:
«Oh that brave engineer that run ol 97
«Is lyin in old Danville dead.»
Oh, now all you ladies you’d better take a warning
From this time on and learn
Never speak hard words to your true-lovin' husband
He may leave you and never return
Poor Boy