Johnny Cash - Wreck of the old 97

Well they ^Ggave him his orders at ^CMonroe, Virginia, Said: "^GSteve, you're way behind ^Ctime, "This is ^Gnot 38, this is ^COl' 97, "^GPut her into ^DSpencer on ^Gtime."

Then he ^Gturned around and said to his ^Cblack, greasy fireman, "^GShovel on a little more ^Ccoal. "And ^Gwhen we cross that ^CWhite Oak mountain, "^GWatch Ol' '^D97 ^Groll."

And then ^Ga telegram come from ^CWashington station, ^GThis is how it ^Cread: "Oh that ^Gbrave engineer that run ^Col 97, "^GIs lyin in old ^DDanville ^Gdead."

'Cos he w^Gas going down a grade making ^C90 miles an hour, ^GThe whistle broke into a ^Cscream. He was ^Gfound in the wreck with his ^Chand on the throttle, S^Gcalded to ^Ddeath by the ^Gsteam.

Oh, now a^Gll you ladies you'd ^Cbetter take a warning, ^GFrom this time on and ^Clearn. Never s^Gpeak hard words to your ^Ctrue-lovin' husband. H^Ge may leave you and ^Dnever ret^Gurn, poor Boy.