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Come
all you rounders if you wanna hear
The story about a brave engineer.
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On a big 8 wheeler, boys
He won his fame.
Caller
called Casey about half past four.
He kissed his wife at the station door.
He climbed in the cabin with his orders in his hand
And he took his farewell trip to the Promised Land.
Casey
Jones
Mounted to the
cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
Leanin' out the window
Taking 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 we 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.
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Dead
on the rail was a passenger train.
Blood was a boilin' in Casey's brain.
Casey said hey now look out ahead.
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.
I see, railroad official said,
He's a good engineer to be a laying dead.
[Chorus]
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