These lyrics are dedicated to the people who lost their lives on the 97 train wreck on September 27th, 1903.
Well they gave him his orders in Monroe, Virginia
Saying "Steve, you're way behind Time!
This is not 38, it is Ol' 97
Try n' get 'er into Spencer on time!"
He climbed into the cab and said to his fireman
"Just shovel on a little more coal.
And when we cross that big ol' mountain
you can watch Ol' 97 roll".
It was a cold frosty mornin' in the month of September
The colds were hangin' low
Ol' 97 left from Washington station
like a arrow shot from a bow.
He was runnin' late so he increased speed
like a bullet shot from a gun
but little did he know, on this rainy day
this would become his very last run
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
The line's on a 3 mile grade
It was on that grade where he lost his air brakes
Just see whadda jump he made!
He was goin' down the grade, doin' 70 mph
when the whistle broke into a screeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaam!
He was found in the