Casey Jones

Come all you rounders for I want you to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On an eight six-wheeler, boys, he won his fame


Now the caller called Casey 'bout half-past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
He mounted to the cabin with his orders in his hand
Said; "I'm gonna take my trip to the promised land"


Casey Jones mounted to the cabin
Casey Jones with his orders in his hand
Casey Jones mounted to the cabin
Said;"I'm gonna take tke my trip to the promised land


Pour on the water boys, shobel on the coal
Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll
Gonna run her 'til she leaves the rail
'Cause I'm nine hours late with the western mail


Now Casey passed out of South Menphis on the fly
Heard the firemane say " Boy, you got a white-eye "
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones




Now Casey got to that certain place
Old number nine stared him straight in the face
He said to fireman " Boy, you better jump
Cause there's two locomotives and they're bound to bump"


Well, Mrs.Casay Jones, she sat there on the bed
She got the telegram that her poor husband was dead
She said; "Go to bed children, and hush your crying
'Cause you got another papa on the Salt Lake line"




Come all you rounders, I want you to hear
The story of a brave engineer;
Casey Jones was the rounders name,
On a big eight-wheeler, boys, he made his fame.


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Casey Jones, he pushed on the throttler,
Casey Jones was a brave engineer,
Come on, Casey, and blow the whistler,
Blow the whistler so they all can hear!


Now Casey said, "Before I die
There's one more train that I want to try,
And I will try ere many a day
The Union Pacific and the Santa Fe." 


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The caller called Casey at half past four,
He kissed his wife at the station door,
Climbed in his cab and was on his way,
"I've got my chance at the Santa Fe!" 


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Down the slope he went on the fly,
Heard the fireman say, "You've got a white eye!"
Well, the switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones! 


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The rain was a-pounding down like lead,
The railroad track was a river bed.
They slowed her down to a thirty-mile gait,
And the southbound mail was eight hours late. 


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Fireman says, "Casey, you're running too fast!
You run the blackboard at the last station you passed!"
Casey says, "I believe we'll make it through,
For the steam's much better than I ever knew!" 


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Around the curve comes a passenger train,
Her headlight was shining in his eyes through the rain.
Casey blew the whistle a mighty blast
But the locomotive was a-comin' fast. 


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The locomotives met in the middle of the hill,
In a head-on tangle that's bound to kill.
He tried to do his duty, the yard men said,
But Casey Jones was scalded dead.


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Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain
They all ride along with the railroad train.
Stories of brave men, noble and grand,
Belong to the life of the railroad man!