Wreck Of The Old 97
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Transcribed by R. Patterson (Standard Tuning) [B] [G] [F#] E A D G B E E A D G B E E A D G B E X 2 4 4 X X 3 5 5 X X X 2 4 4 X X X [E]Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia said, [B]"Steve you're way behind [E]time. This is not Thirty-Eight; this is old Ninety-Seven, so [B]put her into Spencer on [E]time." Then he [A]turned around and said to his black, greasy [E]fireman [A]"Shovel on a little more [B]coal and [E]when we cross that White Oak [A]Mountain, [E]watch old [B]Ninety-Seven [E]roll" [E]And then the telegram came from [A]Washington station and [B]this is how it [E]read: "Oh that brave engineer that [A]ran old Ninety-Seven is [B]lying in old Danville [E]dead" 'Cause he was [A]going down the grade makin' ninety miles an [E]hour when the [A]whistle broke into a [B]scream He was [E]found in the wreck, with his hand on the [A]throttle, [B]scalded to death by the [E]steam [E]Now all you ladies you [A]better take warnin' from [B]this time on and [E]learn Never speak harsh words to a [A]true lovin' husband he [B]may leave you and never re[E]turn 'board 'board [B]Yodel-ay-hee [A]hee [G]hee [F#]hee hee [E]hee