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Wreck of the old 97
Tekst og musik af Johnny Cash
Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe,
Virginia
Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time
This is not Thirty-Eight it is old Ninety-Seven
you must put her into Spencer on time."
Then he turned and said to his black greasy fireman
"Hey, shovel in a little more coal
For when we cross that White Oak Mountain
Watch old Ninety-Seven roll."
The telegram came from the Washington station
this is how it read
"Oh that brave engineer that run old Ninety-Seven
is lying in old Danville dead"
He was going down the grade makin' ninety miles an
hour
When his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the
throttle,
scalded to death by the steam
So now all you ladies you better take fair warnin'
From this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband
he may leave you and never return
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