paroles de chanson The Wreck of the Old '97 - Mac Wiseman

They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Saying, "Steve, you ain't behind time
This is not 38, but old 97
You must put her into center or die"
He looked around and said to his black, greasy fireman
"Just shovel in a little more coal
And when we cross that old wide Okla' mountain
You can watch old 97 stroll"

It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
On the line with a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes
And you see what a junk he made
They were goin' down the road makin' 90 miles an hour
When the whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
And was snowed into death by the steam

Now ladies you must all take warning
From this time now and on
Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband
He may leave you and never return