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THE WRECK OF THE OLD 97.
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They gave him his orders at Monroe Vaginia
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sayin' Steve your way behind the time
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this is not thirty eight this is old ninety seven
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you must pull her into Spencer on time.
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He turned and he said to his black greasy fireman
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let's shovel on a little more coal
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and when we cross that wide oak mountain
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just watch old ninety seven roll.
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Was a mighty rough road from Lenburg to Danvill
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on a climb with a three mile grade
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it was on that grade that he lost his air brakes
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see what a jump he made.
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He was comin' down the grade makin' ninety miles an hour
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his whistle broke into a scream
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he was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
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scalded to death by the steam
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Well all you ladies had better take a warnin'
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from this time on and learn
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never speak harsh words to your true love or husband
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he may leave you and never re-turn.
Ray From Sussex England