LRC歌词
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[00:04.050]On the 29th day of one November morning
[00:09.660]When the cloud was hangin' low
[00:15.660]97 pulled out from Washington city
[00:19.770]Like an arrow shot from the bow
[00:25.080]97 was the fastest mail train
[00:29.640]The South had ever seen
[00:34.170]And it run from New York by the way of Washington
[00:39.090]Through Atlanta down in New Orlean (sic)
[00:43.620]I was standing on the mount one cold and frosty morning
[00:49.020]Watching the smoke from below
[00:53.130]That were comin' from the funnel of that black and dusty engine
[00:58.080]Way down up on that Southern road
[01:02.520]It was 97, the fastest mail train
[01:07.530]That run the Southern line
[01:11.880]And when she pulled in, at Lynchburg, Virginia
[01:16.470]She was forty-seven minutes behind
[01:20.790]Steve Brady, he was an engineerah (sic)
[01:25.140]And a very brave man was he
[01:29.910]Well, there're many good men have lost their life
[01:34.680]For the railroad company
[01:38.850]When they give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
[01:43.920]Said,"Steve, you's way behind.
[01:48.000]This is not 38, but it's old 97, You must put her in Spencer on time."
[01:56.910]Steve, he smiled when he said to his black and dusty fireman
[02:02.190]"Throw me in a little more coal
[02:05.910]And as soon as we cross this White Oak Mountain
[02:10.530]You can watch my driver roll."
[02:14.700]It was mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
[02:18.990]The line on a 3-mile grade
[02:23.520]It were on that hill where he lost his average
[02:28.110]You can see what a jump he made
[02:32.040]Steve come down that hill makin' 90 miles an hour
[02:37.020]His whistle began to scream
[02:41.040]Steve was found in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle
[02:45.660]And scalded to death by the steam
[02:49.440]Steve, he had a little wife and also two children
[02:54.240]Who were lyin' at home in bed
[02:58.320]They received the sad message saying,"Husband and father
[03:03.240]Now'm is lyin' in North Danville, dead."
[03:07.140]Now, ladies, you ought to let this be a warning
[03:11.280]This, from now and on
[03:15.720]Never speak hard words to your true lovin' husband
[03:20.220]They may leave you and never return
文本歌词
On the 29th day of one November morning
When the cloud was hangin' low
97 pulled out from Washington city
Like an arrow shot from the bow
97 was the fastest mail train
The South had ever seen
And it run from New York by the way of Washington
Through Atlanta down in New Orlean (sic)
I was standing on the mount one cold and frosty morning
Watching the smoke from below
That were comin' from the funnel of that black and dusty engine
Way down up on that Southern road
It was 97, the fastest mail train
That run the Southern line
And when she pulled in, at Lynchburg, Virginia
She was forty-seven minutes behind
Steve Brady, he was an engineerah (sic)
And a very brave man was he
Well, there're many good men have lost their life
For the railroad company
When they give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Said,"Steve, you's way behind.
This is not 38, but it's old 97, You must put her in Spencer on time."
Steve, he smiled when he said to his black and dusty fireman
"Throw me in a little more coal
And as soon as we cross this White Oak Mountain
You can watch my driver roll."
It was mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
The line on a 3-mile grade
It were on that hill where he lost his average
You can see what a jump he made
Steve come down that hill makin' 90 miles an hour
His whistle began to scream
Steve was found in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle
And scalded to death by the steam
Steve, he had a little wife and also two children
Who were lyin' at home in bed
They received the sad message saying,"Husband and father
Now'm is lyin' in North Danville, dead."
Now, ladies, you ought to let this be a warning
This, from now and on
Never speak hard words to your true lovin' husband
They may leave you and never return
