Wreck of the Old 97 - Live Version

Ey, 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 old '97 roll

And then a telegram came to Washington station this is how it read
It said that brave engineer that done run ol' '97 he's lyin' down in Danville dead
'Cause he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour
His whistle broken to a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
Scalded to death by the steam

From now on all you ladies you 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
Ooh, uh)

(Hey)

(Ah, haha, thank you buddy, thank you)
(Gonna change tonight)
(Thank you very much
We're gonna have damn ballin' you see)
(Hey)
(Alright, thank you)
(It's great)