Lyrics

They gave him his orders in Monroe, Virginia
Saying Steve you are way behind time
This is not the 38 this is the Ol' 97
Bring her into Spencer on time
He turned and he said to his tired greasy fireman
Shovel on a little more coal
And when we reach that White Oak Mountain
Watch the Ol' 97 roll

Well it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
A line on a three mile grade
It was on this grade that he lost his leverage
You ought to see what a jump he made
He was screaming down the ball doing 90 miles and hour
When the whistle broke into a scream
When they found him in the wreck his hand were on the throttle
Scalded to death by the steam

Now ladies you best take this a warning
From this time now and learn
Don't speak ill words of your own loving husband
He'll leave you and never return
They gave him his orders in Monroe, Virginia
Saying Steve you are way behind time
This is not the 38 this is the Ol' 97
Bring her into Spencer on time...