Casey Jones lyrics

Come all you rounders if you wanna hear

The story about a brave engineer

Casey Jones was the roller's name

On a 6-8-wheeler course he rode to fame

Caller called Casey 'bout half past four

He kissed his wife at the station door

He climbed in the cabin with his orders in his hand

Said "this is the trip to the Promised Land"

Casey Jones, climbed in the cabin

Casey Jones, orders in his hand

Casey Jones, leanin' out the window

Takin' a trip to the Promised Land

Through South Memphis Yards on a fly

Rain been a fallin' and the water was high

Everybody knew by the engine's moan

That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones

Well Jones said "Fireman now don't you fret"

Sim Webb said "I ain't a givin' up yet"

We're eight hours late with the southbound mail

We'll be on time or we're leavin' the rails

Casey Jones, climbed in the cabin

Casey Jones, orders in his hand

Casey Jones, leanin' out the window

Takin' a trip to the Promised Land

Dead on the rail was a passenger train

Blood was a boilin' in Casey's brain

Casey said "Hey, look out ahead,

Sim, jump, Sim, jump, or we'll all be dead!"

With a hand on a whistle and a hand on a brake

North Mississippi was wide awake

IC railroad officials said

"He's a good engineer to be a laying dead"

Casey Jones, climbed in the cabin

Casey Jones, orders in his hand

Casey Jones, leanin' out the window

Takin' a trip to the Promised Land

Headaches and heartaches and all kind of pain

Are all a part of the railroad train

Sweat and toil, the good and the grand

Are part of the life of a railroad man

Casey Jones, climbed in the cabin

Casey Jones, orders in his hand

Casey Jones, leanin' out the window

Takin' a trip to the Promised Land