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    "Casey Jones" Lyrics

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    Come all you rounders if you want to hear
    The story of a brave engineer
    Casey Jones was the rounder's name
    On the "six-eight" wheeler, boys, he won his fame
    The caller called Casey at half past four
    He kissed his wife at the station door
    He mounted to the cabin with the orders in his hand
    And he took his farewell trip to that promis'd land

    Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
    Casey Jones, with his orders in his hand
    Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
    And he took his land (last line of each verse)

    He looked at his water and his water was low
    He looked at his watch and his watch was slow
    He turned to his fireman and this is what he said
    "Boy, we're going to reach Frisco, but we'll all be dead"
    He turned to the fireman, said "Shovel on your coal
    Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll
    I'm gonna drive her til she leaves the rail
    For I'm eight hours late by that Western Mail"

    Casey Jones, I'm gonna drive her
    Casey Jones, til she leaves the rail
    Casey Jones, I'm gonna drive her
    For I'm eight

    When he pulled up that Reno hill
    He whistled for the crossing with an awful shrill
    The switchman knew by the engine's moan
    That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
    When he was within six miles of the place
    There No. 4 stared him straight in the face
    He turned to his fireman, sai "Jim, you'd better jump
    For there're two locomotives that are going to bump.

    Casey Jones, two locomotives
    Casey Jones, going to bump

    Casey said just before he died
    "There're two more roads I would like to ride"
    The fireman said "Which ones can they be?"
    "O the Northern Pacific and the Santa Fe"
    Mrs. Jones sat at her bed a sighing
    Just to hear the news that her Casey was dying
    "Hush up children, and quite your cryin'
    For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake Line
    This song was submitted on August 9th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by John S Hurt.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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