Well, they gave him his orders
Because this ain't 38, it's old 97
You've got to put her into
from Lynchburg down to Danville
on a line, on a three -mile grain
He was down that line, he lost his air brakes,
you can see what a jump he made
Well, Steve Grady said to his black,
just shovel on a little more coal
Cause it's a mighty rough road
From Lynchburg down to Danville
On a line, on a three mile grade
It was down that line he lost
you can see what a jump he made
He was coming down the line,
when the whistle broke into a scream
And they found him in the rank,
with his hand upon the throttle,
he'd been scolded to death by steam
It's a mighty rough road,
from Lynxburg to Danville
on a line, on a three mile rain
Down that line, he lost his air rakes
You can see what a jump he made
Come on now, all you ladies
From this time on now, learn
Don't ever say harsh words
To your true and loving husband
He may leave you and never return
From Leedsburg down to Danville
you can see what a jump he made
