Johnny Cash / Traditional (as well as many others) - Wreck Of The Ol' '97 Lyrics

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

One more time!

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