[Verse 1]
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 about 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"
[Chorus]
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leaning out the window
Taking a trip to the Promised Land
[Verse 2]
Through South Memphis Yards on a fly
Rain been a-falling 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, don't you fret"
Sim Webb said, "I ain't a-giving up yet"
We're eight hours late with the southbound mail
Be on time or we're leaving the rails
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 about 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"
[Chorus]
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leaning out the window
Taking a trip to the Promised Land
[Verse 2]
Through South Memphis Yards on a fly
Rain been a-falling 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, don't you fret"
Sim Webb said, "I ain't a-giving up yet"
We're eight hours late with the southbound mail
Be on time or we're leaving the rails
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