Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wreck Of The Ol' 97, artist - Woody Guthrie.
Date of issue: 27.01.2011
Song language: English
Wreck Of The Ol' 97 |
Well, they give him his orders in Monroe, Virginia |
Saying, «Pete, you’re way behind time. |
This ain’t 38, but it’s old 97 |
And you’ve got to be in Center on time.» |
But he turned around to his black greasy fireman |
Said, «Shovel in a little more coal. |
When we cross that White Oak Mountain |
You can watch old 97 roll.» |
Well, it’s a mighty rough road from Lakesburg to Danville |
and a line on a three mile grade |
It was on this grade that he lost his airbrakes |
And you see what a jump he made |
He was a-going down the grade making ninety miles an hour |
And his whistle broke out in a scream |
It was on that grade that he lost his airbrakes |
And you see what a jump he made |
Well, ladies, you can all take warning |
From this time now and on |
Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband |
He might leave you and never come home |
He was a-going down the grade making ninety miles an hour |
And his whistle begin to scream |
And we found him in the wreck with his hand on his throttle |
And scalded to death by the steam |
Well, ladies, you can all take warning |
From this time now and on |
Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband |
He might leave you and never return |