Wreck Of The Old `97 — текст песни (Johnny Cash)

Well they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,

Said: Steve, you`re way behind time,

This is not 38, this is Ol` 97,

Put her into Spencer on time.



Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,

Shovel on a little more coal.

And when we cross that White Oak mountain,

Watch Ol` `97 roll.



And then a telegram come from Washington station,

This is how it read:

Oh that brave engineer that run ol 97,

Is lyin in old Danville dead.



`Cos he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour,

The whistle broke into a scream.

He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,

Scalded to death by the steam.



One more time!



Oh, now all you ladies you`d better take a warning,

From this time on and learn.

Never speak hard words to your true-lovin` husband.

He may leave you and never return.

Poor Boy.