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wallace saunders - the ballad of casey jones lyrics

come, all you rounders, if you want to hear
the story told of a brave engineer;
casey jones was the rounder’s 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, “i’m feelin’ fine
gonna ride that train to the end of the line
there’s 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

caller called casey, half-past four;
he kissed his wife, the station door
climbed into the cab, orders in his hand
“could be my trip to (the) promised land.”
through south memphis on the fly
the fireman say, “you got a white eye.”
the switchmen knew the engine’s moan
the man at the throttle was casey jones
was casey jones, was casey jones
the man at the throttle was casey jones
the engine rocked, the drivers rolled
fireman hollered, “save my soul!”
“i’m gonna roll her ‘til she leaves the rails
i’m behind time with the southern mail

been raining hard for weeks and weeks;
railroad track like the bed of a creek
rated down to a thirty-mile gait —
the southern mail two hours late
two hours late, two hours late
the southern mail was two hours late
fireman say, “you running (too) fast
you ran the last three lights we p-ssed
casey say, “we’ll make it through
she’s steamin’ better than i ever knew.”
casey say, “don’t you fret
keep feedin’ the fire; don’t give up yet
run her ‘til she leaves the rail
to be on time with the southern mail

the southern mail, the southern mail
to be on time with the southern mail
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 couldn’t run
but i can tell you what casey done;
left memphis, quarter ‘til 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, “jump for your life.”
give my love to my children, say goodbye to my wife
casey said, just before he died
“there’s a lot more railroads that i’d like to ride;”
he said the good lord whispered, “it’ll never be,”
the illinois central be the death of me
headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain
ain’t no different from a railroad train
you can take your stories, n0ble and grand
all just a part of a railroad man…..

- wallace saunders lyrics

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