Casey Jones The New Christy Minstrels (Ft. Randy Sparks)

I'll tell you a story all about John Luther
Mother Jones' pride and joy
How he come down here from Casey town
He was a Tennessee mountain boy
He loved the Illinois Central Line and
The cabin down the Memphis Cannonball
And you can set your clock on Casey's whistle
You could hear his fireman call

Casey Jones, Casey Jones
I was stepping on down the line
You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles
Here comes Casey and he's making up time

Well, he climbed aboard at the Memphis Station
And the rain was falling down
The night was dark and from the yard
You couldn't see the bright lights of town
Number 638 began to growl like thunder
And the drivers began to roll
And the old conductor stuck his head out the wind'r
And he hollered "Bless my Soul"!

I swear it's:
Casey Jones, Casey Jones
I was stepping on down the line
You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles
Here comes Casey and he's making up time