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John's Patter / Reck Of The Old 97
Kalox 1263
 
    
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John's Patter / Reck Of The Old 97
 
ID: 8495
   Side A  
   Side B  

LabelKalox
Label information
Grid list of Kalox recordings
Number1263
TypeSinging Call (instrumental) + Patter
Copies4
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
John Saunders (picture)     recordings by John Saunders

John Saunders

See Also

Old Call(s)
Cue Sheet side A

Release Recycle: From 1/4 tag set up, ends of wave and outside couples boys position
(LEFT hand person) extend to person facing and everybody recycle ending in double
Pass thru position.

Linear Cycle: From ocean wave - everybody single hinge, outfacers fold behind
adjacent in facer - double pass thru & peel right ending in facing couples.

Ping Pong Circulate: From 1/4 tag setup - everybody extend 2 positions then outfacers trade.

Dixie Derby: From facing couples - ladies lead dixie style to an ocean wave, then
girls fold while boys trade - boys slide apart and girls step up between the boys.
Ends in a 2-faced line with girls in the center & boys on the ends.

 
Lyrics

Lyrics are provided for informational and educational purposes only. Lyrics are
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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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