Wreck Of The Old Ninety-Seven Songtext

Wreck Of The Old Ninety-Seven Übersetzung
Wreck Of The Old Ninety-Seven Well, they give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia, sayin?: "Steve, you're way behind time. This is not thirtyeight; this is old Ninety Seven. You must put her into Spencer on time." Ten they turned around and said to his black greasy fireman: "Hey, shovel on a little more coal; And when we cross that White Oak Mountain, watch old Ninety Seven roll." It?s a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville a line on a three mile grade. It was on that grade that he lost his air breakes, See what a jump he made. He was goin? down the grade, makin? ninety miles an hour, his whistle broke into a scream. He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle, a scalded to death by the steam. Then a telegram come to Washington Station, and this is how it read: "Oh, that brave engineer that ran old Ninety Seven, he?s a lying in old Danville dead." So now all you ladies you better take a warning from this time on and learn: Never speak harsh words to your true lovin? husband; he may leave you and never return. Poor Boy!