밅ome, all you rounders, if you want to hear
The story told of a brave engineer;
Casey Jones was the rounder뭩 name,
A high right-wheeler of mighty fame.?
Of mighty fame, of mighty fame,
A high right-wheeler of mighty fame.
Casey pulled into the Memphis yard
Fed up, beat down and dog tired,
Another driver had called in sick,
Asking Casey to do a double trick.
Casey smiled, said, 밒뭢 feelin?fine,
Gonna ride that train to the end of the line.
There뭩 ridges and bridges, and hills to climb,
Got a head of steam and ahead of time.?
Ahead of time, ahead of time.
Got a head of steam and ahead of time.
Checked his water, his water was low,
Looked at his watch, his watch was slow.
Put on more water, put on more coal,
Put your head out the window see my drivers roll.
See my drivers roll, see my drivers roll,
Put your head out the window see my drivers roll.
People said Casey couldn뭪 run
But I can tell you what Casey done;
Left Memphis, quarter 몋il nine
Vaughn, Mississippi, right on time.
Got within a mile of the place,
A big headlight stared him in the face;
Shout to the fireman, 밓ump for your life.?
Give my love to my children, say goodbye to my wife.
Casey said, just before he died,
밫here뭩 a lot more railroads that I뭗 like to ride;?
He said the good Lord whispered, 밒t뭠l never be,?
The Illinois Central be the death of me.
Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain
Ain뭪 no different from a railroad train.
You can take your stories, noble and grand,
All just a part of a railroad man.