Lyrics Wreck of the Old 97 (Live) - Johnny Cash

Well, 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!