Wreck Of The Old 97(Album Version) - John Mellencamp

作词：Traditional

作曲：Traditional

Well they gave him his orders at

Monroe Virginia

Saying Steve

You're way behind the times

This is not ３８

This is old ９７

So get her into Spencer on time

Well he turned around and said

To his old greasy fireman

Shovel on a little more coal

When we 'cross that big

White mountain you'll be watchin'

Old ９７ start to roll

Well it's a mighty long road from Lynchburg down to Danville

On a line of three-mile grade

It was on that grade that he lost his airbrakes

Shoulda seen the jump he had to make

They were going down the grade at ９０ miles an hour

When the whistle broke into a scream

He was found in the wreck

With his hand on the throttle

Scalded to death day by the steam

Well a telegram came from Washington city

And this is how the telegram read

That the brave engineer in the old ９７

Is layin' out in Danville and he's dead

Now all of you ladies take heed

And take warning

And try to learn

Never speak harsh words against your lovin' husband

'Cause he may never return

No he may never return