Well they gave him his orders at

Monroe Virginia sayin' Steve

You're way behind time

This is not 38

But old 97

You must put her into Spencer on time

He looked round and said

To his black greasy fireman

Sho-shovel on a little more coal

And when we cross

That White Oak Mountain

You can watch old 97 roll

It's a mighty rough road

From Lynchburg to Danville

All the line put on a three mile grade

It was on that grade

He lost his airbrakes

Since you see what a jump he made

He was goin' down the road

Making ninety miles an hour

When the whistle brocken to a scream

He was found in the wreck

With his hand on the throttle

Oh scalded to death by the steam

All ladies as you

Must took this warning

From this time now and don't

Never speak harsh words

To your true loving husband

He may leave you and never return