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The Seekers

The Wreck Of The Old '97

 

The Wreck Of The Old '97

(album: The Seekers - 1964)


They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,
Saying "Steve, you're way behind time;
It's 8:38, and it's the Old '97;
Gotta put her into Danville on time."

Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville,
On a line with a three-mile grade;
It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes;
You can see what a jump he made.
Steve Brady he said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal;
I'm waiting to pass them wide-open mountains;
Gonna see the Old '97 roll."

He's coming down that line making ninety miles an hour;
The whistle broke into a scream;
They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle;
He'd been scalded to death by steam.

Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville,
On a line with a three-mile grade;
It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes;
You can see what a jump he made.
Steve Brady he said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal;
I'm waiting to pass them wide-open mountains;
Gonna see the Old '97 roll."

Well, come on now, all you ladies;
From this time on, now learn;
Don't you ever say harsh words to your true-loving husband;
He'll leave you and never return.

Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville,
On a line with a three-mile grade;
It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes;
You can see what a jump he made.
Steve Brady he said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal;
I'm waiting to pass them wide-open mountains;
Gonna see the Old '97 roll."

Well, he's coming down that line making ninety miles an hour;
And the whistle broke into a scream;
They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle;
He'd been scalded to death by steam.

Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville,
On a line with a three-mile grade;
It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes;
You can see what a jump he made.
Steve Brady he said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal;
I'm waiting to pass them wide-open mountains;
Gonna see the Old '97 roll."

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