The Wreck Of The Old 97(Album Version) - Pink Anderson

The Wreck Of The Old 97 (Album Version) - Pink Anderson
On the 29th day of one November morning
When the cloud was hangin' low
97 pulled out from Washington city
Like an arrow shot from the bow
97 was the fastest mail train
The south had ever seen
And it run from new york by the way of Washington
Through Atlanta down in New Orlean
I was standing on the mount one cold and frosty morning
Watching the smoke from below
That were coming from the funnel of that black and dusty engine
Way down up on that southern road
It was 97 the fastest mail train
That run the southern line
And when she pulled in at Lynchburg Virginia
She was forty-seven minutes behind
Steve Brady he was an engineerah
And a very brave man was he
Well there're many good men have lost their life
For the railroad company
When they give him his orders at Monroe Virginia
Said Steve you's way behind
This is not 38 but it's old 97
You must put her in Spencer on time
Steve he smiled when he said to his black and dusty fireman
Throw me in a little more coal
And as soon as we cross this White Oak Mountain
You can watch my driver roll
It was mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
The line on a 3-mile grade
It were on that hill where he lost his average
You can see what a jump he made
Steve come down that hill makin' 90 miles an hour
His whistle began to scream
Steve was found in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle
And scalded to death by the steam
Steve he had a little wife and also two children
Who were lying at home in bed
They received the sad message saying husband and father
Now'm is lying in north Danville dead
Now ladies you ought to let this be a warning
This from now and on
Never speak hard words to your true loving husband
They may leave you and never return