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The New Christy Minstrels - Casey Jones lyrics
I'll tell you a story all about John Luther Mater Jones' pride and joy, How he come down here from Casey town, he was a Tennessee mountain boy. He loved the Illinois Central Line down 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 at town. Number 638 began to growl like thunder and the drivers began to roll, And the old conductor stuck his head out the window And he hollered "Well 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. It was on that grade down upon Mississippi on a side track clear by the main Casey looked out the window and on his line he saw the cars of a big freight train Well he told his fireman that he should jump It was going to be a terrible ride And he laid on the break and he blew that whistle and that's how Casey died. (You know it's) Casey Jones, Casey Jones I was stepping all over this land That train was longer than a hundred miles, Casey died with a whistle in his hand. (Hey) Casey Jones, Casey Jones I was stepping on down the line. You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles, There goes Casey and he's making up time. |
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