[Verse 1] They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin Steve, youre way behind time Its 838, and its the Old 97 Gotta put her into Danville on time [Verse 2] Steve Brady he said to his black, greasy fireman Shovel on a little more coal Im waitin to pass them wideopen mountains Gonna see the Old 97 roll [Chorus] Its a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville On a line with a threemile grade It was down that line where he lost his airbrakes You can see what a jump he made [Verse 3] Hes comin down that line makin ninety miles an hour The whistle broke into a scream They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle Hed been scalded to death by steam [Verse 4] Well, come on now, all you ladies From this time on, now learn Dont you ever say harsh words to your truelovin husband Hell leave you and never return
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