The Wreck of the Old 97  - traditional - 60 bpm

Well, they [G]gave him his []orders in [C]Monroe, Vir[]ginia,
 [G]Sayin', "Steve, you're [A7]runnin' way be[D7]hind.[]
 [G]This ain’t 3[]8, this is [C]Old 9[]7
You got to [G]put her into [D7]Spencer on [G]time."[]

Well, the [G]engineer []said to his [C]black, greasy []fireman
He Said "[G]Shovel on a [A7]little more of that [D7]coal,[]
And [G]when we []cross that [C]White Oak []Mountain
You can [G]watch Old [D7]97  [G]roll."[]

He was [G]goin' down the []grade doing [C]90 miles an []hour,
When his t[G]rain whistle [A7]broke into a [D7]scream,[]
He was [G]found in the []wreck with his [C]hand on the []throttle,
He was [G]scalded to [D7]death by the [G]steam.[]

 [G]Listen up, you []ladies now ,you [C]all must take a []warning,
From this [G]song there's a [A7]lesson to be [D7]learned[]
Don't [G]never speak harsh []words to your [C]true lovin' []husband,
He may [G]leave you one day [D7]never to re[G]turn.[]