They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Saying, Steve, you’re way behind time This is not Thirty-Eight, but it’s old Ninety-Seven You must put her in Spencer on time 
He looked ’round and said to his black greasy fireman Just shovel in a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain You can watch old Ninety Seven roll 
It’s a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville And a line on a three mile grade It was on this grade that he lost his air brakes And you see what a jump he made 
He was going down grade making ninety miles an hour When his whistle began to scream He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle And was scalded to death with the steam 
So now, fair ladies, you must take warning From this time now on learn Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband He may leave you and never return 
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