Johnny Cash Wreck of the old 97 Lyrics
Wreck of the old 97 SongtextWell, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia, said:
?Pete, you're 'way behind time;
This is not thirty-eight, this is old ninety-seven,
Put her into Spencer on time
Then her turned around and said to his black greasy fireman
?Shovel on a little more coal,
And when we cross that white oak mountain
Watch old ninety-seven roll.
And then a telegram came from Washington Station
and this is how it read-
Oh that brave engineer that ran old ninety-seven
Is lying in old Anvil dead.
'Cos he was going down the grade making ninety miles an hour
the whistle broke into a scream-
He was found in the wreck with his handon the Throttle-
Scalded to dead by the steam.
Well now ? all you ladies had better take a warning
from this time on and learn,
never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband
He may leave you and never return ? poor boy!
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Writer(s): Norman George Blake, Robert Johnson, Johnny Cash Copyright: Chappell & Co. Inc., John Carter Cash, Vivian Distin Lyrics powered by www.musiXmatch.com