Hank Snow

They [D]gave him his orders at [G]Monroe Virginia
sayin' [D]Steve your way behind the [A]time
this is [D]not thirty eight this is [G]old 97
[D]pull her into [A]Spencer on [D]time.
He [D]turned and he said to his [G]old greasy fireman
let's [D]shovel on a little more [A]coal
and [D]when we cross that [G]wide oak mountain
just [D]watch old ninety [A]seven [D]roll.
Was a[D] mighty rough road from [G]Lenburg to Danvill
on a c[D]limb with a three mile [A]grade
it was o[D]n that grade that he [G]lost his air brakes
[D]see what a [A]jump he [D]made.
He was [D]comin' down the grade makin' [G]ninety miles an hour
his [D]whistle broke into a [A]scream
he was [D]found in the wreck with his [G]hand on the throttle
[D]scolded to [A]death by the [D]steam
Well [D]all you ladies had [G]better take warnin'
from [D]this time on and [A]learn
never [D]speak harsh words to your [G]true love or companion
they may l[D]eave you and [A]never re[D]turn