They gave him his orders down at Monroe, Virginia Saying, "Steve, you're way behind time This is not '38 but it's Old '97 You must set her into Spencer on time" He turned around saying to his black, greasy fireman "Just heave in a little more coal And when we reach that White Oak Mountain You just watch Old '97 roll" It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville And Lima's on a three-mile grade It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes You can see what a jump he made He was going down grade, doing ninety miles an hour When his whistle began to scream They found him in the wreck with his hand on the throttle He was scalded to death by the steam A message arrived at Washington Station And this is what it read 'Those two brave men who pulled Old '97 Are lying in Danville, dead' Oh, ladies, you must take warning From this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband He may leave you and never return