{t:The Wreck of the old 97} {st:Johnny Cash}{c:Intro:} | [G] [D] [G]They [G]give him his orders at [C]Monroe, Virginia,Sayin', [G]"Steve, you're way behind [D]timeThis is [G]not 38, this is [C]Old 97[G]Put her into [D]Spencer on [G]time."Well he [G]turned around and said to his [C]big, greasy fireman“Hey [G]shovel on a little more [D]coalAnd [G]when we cross that [C]wide Oak Mountain[G]Watch Old ninety [D]seven [G]roll."{c:Instrumental verse:}It’s a [G]mighty rough road from [C]Lynchburg to DanvilleOn a [G]line with a three mile [D]gradeIt was [G]on that grade that he [C]lost his air brakes[G]See what a [D]jump he [G]made.He was [G]goin’ down the grade makin’ [C]ninety miles an hourHis [G]whistle broke into a [D]screamHe was [G]found in the wreck with his [C]hand on the throttle[G]Scalded to [D]death by the [G]steam.Now [G]all you ladies you [C]better take a warningFrom [G]this time on and [D]learnNever [G]speak harsh words to your [C]true love or husbandHe may [G]leave you and [D]never re-[G]turn. {t:The Wreck of the old 97}