Hank Williams III - Wreck Of The Old 97 lyrics

Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Said, Steve you're way behind time This is not Thirty-Eight; this is old Ninety-Seven, So put her into Spencer on time Then he turned and said to his black, greasy fireman Shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain, Watch old Ninety-Seven roll And then the telegram came from Washington station And this is how it read: Oh that brave engineer that ran old Ninety-Seven Is lying in old Danville dead 'Cause he was going down the grade makin' ninety miles an hour When the whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle, Scalded to d**h by the steam Now all you ladies you better take warnin' From this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to a true lovin' husband He may leave you and never return 'Board 'board Yodelay he, he, he, he, he, he