Oh they gave him his orders in Monroe Virginia, saying:
Steve your way behind time.
This is not the Thirty Eight but it's old Ninty Seven,
You must put her into Spencer on time.
He turned and he said to his tired, greasy fireman:
Shovel in a little more coal.
And when we cross the White Oak Mountain
Just watch old Ninty-Seven roll.
It's a might rough road from Lynchburg to Danvill
A line on a three mile grade.
It was on this grade he lost his leverage
You can see what a jump he made.
He was going down the garde making ninty miles an hour
When his whistle broke into a scream.
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
Scalded to death with steam.
Now all you ladies, please take warning
From this time now and learn.
Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband
He may leave you and never return.