Wreck of the Old 97 (Live at San Quentin State Prison, San Quentin, CA - February 1969)

歌詞

Well they gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia Said Steve you're way behind time This is not 38 this is old 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 the telegram come to Washington station This is how it read Oh that brave engineer that run old 97 He's a layin' in old Danville dead 'Cause he was goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour Whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle A scalded to death by the steam So now all you ladies you better take a warnin' From this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband He may leave you and never return for more