Текст песни: The Wreck Of The Old 97 + перевод

They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,

Sayin’Steve, you’re way behind time;

It’s 8:38, and it’s the Old '97;

Gotta put her into Danville on time.

Well, it’s a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville,

On a line with a three-mile grade;

It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes;

You can see what a jump he made.

Steve Brady he said to his black, greasy fireman,

Shovel on a little more coal;

I’m waitin’to pass them wide-open mountains;

Gonna see the Old '97 roll.

He’s comin’down that line makin’ninety miles an hour;

The whistle broke into a scream;

They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle;

He’d been scalded to death by steam.

Well, come on now, all you ladies;

From this time on, now learn;

Don’t you ever say harsh words to your true-lovin'husband;

He’ll leave you and never return.

(Instrumental bridge)

Well, he’s comin’down that line makin’ninety miles an hour;

And the whistle broke into a scream;

They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle;

He’d been scalded to death by steam.

(Chorus thrice)

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