Wreck of the John B. - Dick Nolan

They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin', "Steve, you're way behind time It's 8: 38, and it's the old '97, gotta put her into Danville on time" Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made Steve Brady he said to his black, greasy fireman "Shovel on a little more coal I'm waitin' to pass them wide-open mountains Gonna see the old '97 roll" Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made He's comin' down that line makin' 90 miles an hour The whistle broke into a scream They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle He'd been scalded to death by steam Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made Well, come on now, all you ladies From this time on, now learn Don't you ever say harsh words to your true-lovin' husband He'll leave you and never return Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made Well, he's comin' down that line makin' 90 miles an hour And the whistle broke into a scream They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle He'd been scalded to death by steam Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made

Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Said, "Steve, you're way behind time This is not 38, this is Old 97 Put her into Spencer on time" Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman "Shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain Watch Old 97 roll" And then a telegram come from Washington station This is how it read "Oh that brave engineer that run Old 97 Is lyin' in old Danville dead" 'Cause he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour The whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle Scalded to death by the steam One more time Oh, now all you ladies you'd better take a warning From this time on and learn Never speak hard words to your true-lovin' husband He may leave you and never return, poor boy

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland Then later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound When the wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too 'Twas the witch of November come stealin' The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashin' When afternoon came it was freezing rain In the face of a hurricane west wind When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck Sayin' "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya" At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know ya" The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when his lights went out of sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Does anyone know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her They might have split up or they might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams The islands and bays are for sportsmen And farther below, Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the gales of November remembered In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early

The legend lives on from the chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'gitche gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of november turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty. That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed When the gales of november came early. The ship was the pride of the american side Coming back from some mill in wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too, T'was the witch of november come stealin'. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of november came slashin'. When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind. When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'. Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya. At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said Fellas, it's been good t'know ya The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril. And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald. Does any one know where the love of god goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searches all say they'd have made whitefish bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her. They might have split up or they might have capsized; May have broke deep and took water. And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Lake huron rolls, superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Old michigan steams like a young man's dreams; The islands and bays are for sportsmen. And farther below lake ontario Takes in what lake erie can send her, And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the gales of november remembered. In a musty old hall in detroit they prayed, In the maritime sailors' cathedral. The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the edmund fitzgerald. The legend lives on from the chippewa on down Of the big lake they call 'gitche gumee'. Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of november come early!

I know you're just confused. And I know I ain't the best. But why put my heart to the test? Can you turn the light on now? I'm gonna grab my coat. I'm not sticking around to watch you gloat... this time. Cause it gets only close enough So you'll know you'll never have her heart. Just sometimes words and long waits inbetween, When she tries hard to be mean. You'll never have her heart. But you'll probably hate her now. You know she's just a name. But with smoke in her hair, I could still smell how sweet she would be to kiss. And we talked about nothing until she had to go where second chances And small talk could have kept me up all night. Cause it gets only close enough So you'll know you'll never have her heart. Just sometimes words and long waits inbetween, When she tries hard to be mean. You'll never have her heart... this time.

Lighting up cigarettes in the seventh grade That's what my mother taught me As she was falling asleep driving down 68 I drove just to get us back safe Wishing hard that I could escape Tripping down all the steps of the local school bus Wishing I didn't have to go home Oven was heating the house if our electric was on I hope dad left money for us 'Cause three days and I haven't had much And I'm tired of being nice I just don't have it inside me I can't take much more shit from you And I have cut you out of my life Love mе when you need a high I'm done spending my monеy on you Oh, and if dad was off, then boy, we were gone Just driving 'round listening to tunes 'Cause we had peace of mind if she couldn't find us We're all constantly on the move My whole life I've been running from you And I'm tired of being nice I just don't have it inside me I can't take much more shit from you And I have cut you out of my life You love me when you need a high I'm done spending my money on you Yeah, I'm done now and I'm through with you Mmm, and I'm through with you, yeah Yeah, and I'm tired of being nice I just don't have it inside me I can't take much more shit from you And I have cut you out of my life You love me when you need a high I'm done spending my money on you 'Cause I'm through with you And I'm through with you