Well, they gave him his orders from Monroe, Virginia Steve, you're way behind time It's not '38, it's the old '97 Bring her into Spencer on time Well, he turned and said To his old greasy fireman Shovel in a little more coal By the time we hit That White Oak mountain We'll watch old '97 roll Here we go Well, the orders came From Washington station This is how it read That brave engineer who's driving '97 He's laying in Danville, dead They were reachin' down the grade Runnin' 90 miles per hour His whistle broke into a scream They found him in the wreck His hand to the throttle Scalded to death by the steam Oh! Now all you ladies You better take a warning This time on and learn Never say harsh words To your good loving husband For he may never return One more time Poor boy