Come
all you rounders if you want to hear
A story all about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On a high right wheeler he won his fame
Casey Jones
Casey Jones
Casey Jones, are you ready?
Ready to start for the western land
Out of the junction, on the fly
Casey has that look in his eye
The brakeman knew by the engine's moan
The man at the throttle was Casey Jones
Casey Jo-o-o-o-o-o-o-nes
The rain was coming down 5 or 6 weeks
The railroad track was like the bed of a creek
It slowed him down to a 10-mile gait
And it made the western mail exactly 8 hours late
Casey Jones
Plowin' through the water
Casey Jones
Sluggin' through the mud
Casey Jones
Plowin' through the wa-a-a-a-achoo!
Hours behind, there isn't time to fret
Keep knockin' at the fire door
Don't give up yet
You gotta keep a schedule
Oh you gotta keep a schedule
Oh, you better look out, Casey
Make up schedule, do not fail
Gotta get to Frisco with the western mail
Gotta get to Frisco
Gotta get to Frisco
Gotta get to Frisco
Gotta get to Frisco
Casey knew that he was runnin' too fast
He ran through the signal, last station past
He says, I believe we're gonna make it through
'Cause she steams a lot better than I ever knew
Casey came a-runnin' up the Reno hil
He tooted on his whistle with an awful shrill
Whoo whoo whoo-ooh
He opened up his throttle just as far as she'd go
Just how fast he was a-steamin'
We will never know
Round the curve and down the hump
Two trains gonna bump
Better jump, you're gonna be dead
Headaches and heartaches
And all kinds of pain
They're just part of the railroad game
Stories of brave men, noble and grand
Belong to the life of a railroad man
Casey Jones, is he gonna make it?
Well, he knew his duty
And he finally went west with the western mail
