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Wreck Of The 97
Blue Star 1643
 
    
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Wreck Of The 97
 
ID: 3663
   Instrumental  

LabelBlue Star
WEB SITE www.buddyweavermusic.com
Label information
Grid list of Blue Star recordings
Number1643
TypeSinging Call
Copies4
Vic's Rating4 (good)
Bpm131
Duration3:36
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Buford Evans     recordings by Buford Evans
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Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

All 4 ladies promenade go once around and swing
Old 97's coming down the line
Allemande left, then allemande thar go right and left you star
Gents back up and make an allemande thar
Shoot that star, go full around, corner box the gnat
Yank that throttle back grand right & left you go
When you meet your lady promenade the line
Old 97's gotta stay on time


FIGURE    Basic, R-H lady progression

Head 2 ladies chain to the right, turn the girls around
Chain them on they're halfway round the ring
Head 2 couples square thru 4 hands around you do
Meet the sides and do a right & left thru
Now dive in, California twirl, swing the corner maid
Swing that little gal and promenade
Take her to the roundhouse at the end of the track
Swing her once then she'll be coming back

 
Lyrics

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The Wreck Of The Old 97 Lyrics ID: 460

On one cloudless morning I stood on the mountain,
Just watching the smoke from below,
It was coming from a tall, slim smokestack
Way down on the Southern railroad.

It was 97, the fastest train
Ever ran the Southern line,
All the freight trains and passengers take the side for 97,
For she's bound to be at stations on time.

They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,
Saying, "Stevie, you're way behind time.
This is not 38, but it's Old 97,
You must put her into Spencer on time."

He looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman,
"Just shovel in a little more coal,
And when I cross that old White Oak Mountain
You can just watch Old 97 roll."

It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville,
And the lie was a three-mile grade,
It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes,
And you see what a jump that she made.

He was going down the grade making 90 miles an hour,
When his whistle began to scream,
He was found in that wreck with his hand on the throttle,
He was scalded to death by the steam.

Did she ever pull in? No, she never pulled in,
And at 1:45 he was due,
For hours and hours has the switchman been waiting
For that fast mail that never pulled through.

Did she ever pull in? No, she never pulled in,
And that poor boy must be dead.
Oh, yonder he lays on the railroad track
With the cart wheels over his head.

97, she was the fastest train
That the South had ever seen,
But she run so fast on that Sunday morning
That the death score was numbered 14.

Now, ladies, you must take warning,
From this time now and on.
Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband.
He may leave you and never return.

Lyrics by Fred Jackson Lewey, Henry Whitter and Charles Noell.
Recorded by G.B. Grayson and Henry Whitter (and many others later).
 

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