Casey Jones
I woke up this mornin' 'bout four o'clock.
Mr. Kassie tol' the fireman get his boiler hot.
Put on your water, put on your coal,
Put your head out de window, see my drivers roll,
See my drivers roll.
Put your head out de window, see my drivers roll.
Lord, some people said Mr. Kassie couldn't run;
Let me tell you what Mr. Kassie done:
He left Memphis was a quarter to nine,
Got into Newport News it was dinnah time,
It was dinnah time.
Got into Newport News it was dinnah time.
Lord, people said to Kassie, “You runnin' over time.
You got another loser with the 109.”
Kassie said, “It ain't in mind
I run any closer 'less I make my time.”
Said to all the passengers, “Better keep yourself hid,
I'm not going to shake you like Cheney did.”
Mr. Kassie run his engine into a mile of the place.
No. 4 stabbed him in the face.
The sheriff told Kassie, “Well, you must leave town.”
Free to my soul, I'm Alabama bound.
Mrs. Kassie said she dreamt a dream
The night she borrowed the sewin' machine.
The needle got broke, she could not sew.
She loved Mr. Kassie 'cause she tol' me so.
There was a woman named Miss Alice Fry
Says, “I'm going to ride with Mr. Kassie 'fore I die.
I ain't good-lookin', but I takes my time.
I'm a ramblin' woman with a ramblin' mind …”
Kassie looked at his water, water was low.
Looked at his watch, watch was slow.
On the road again.
Natu'al-bohn eas'man on the road again.
Mr. Kassie said before he died,
One more road that he wanted to ride.
People tell Kassie, “Which road?” Said he:
“Southern Pacific and Sankta Fe.”
This mornin' I heard someone was dyin'.
Mrs. Kassie's children on the doorstep cryin'.
“Mama, mama, I can't keep from cryin'
Papa got killed on the Southern Line.
On the Southern Line.
Papa got killed on the Southern Line.”
“Mama, mama, how can it be?
Killed my father in the first degree.”
“Children, children, won't you hold your breath,
You'll draw another pension from your father's death.”
On the road again.
I'm a natu'al-bohn eas'man on the road again.
Tuesday mornin' it looked like rain;
Aroun' the curve came a passenger train.
Under the bar lay Kassie Jones,
Good engineer but he's dead and gone.
Dead and gone.
On the road again …
Mr. Kassie tol' the fireman get his boiler hot.
Put on your water, put on your coal,
Put your head out de window, see my drivers roll,
See my drivers roll.
Put your head out de window, see my drivers roll.
Lord, some people said Mr. Kassie couldn't run;
Let me tell you what Mr. Kassie done:
He left Memphis was a quarter to nine,
Got into Newport News it was dinnah time,
It was dinnah time.
Got into Newport News it was dinnah time.
Lord, people said to Kassie, “You runnin' over time.
You got another loser with the 109.”
Kassie said, “It ain't in mind
I run any closer 'less I make my time.”
Said to all the passengers, “Better keep yourself hid,
I'm not going to shake you like Cheney did.”
Mr. Kassie run his engine into a mile of the place.
No. 4 stabbed him in the face.
The sheriff told Kassie, “Well, you must leave town.”
Free to my soul, I'm Alabama bound.
Mrs. Kassie said she dreamt a dream
The night she borrowed the sewin' machine.
The needle got broke, she could not sew.
She loved Mr. Kassie 'cause she tol' me so.
There was a woman named Miss Alice Fry
Says, “I'm going to ride with Mr. Kassie 'fore I die.
I ain't good-lookin', but I takes my time.
I'm a ramblin' woman with a ramblin' mind …”
Kassie looked at his water, water was low.
Looked at his watch, watch was slow.
On the road again.
Natu'al-bohn eas'man on the road again.
Mr. Kassie said before he died,
One more road that he wanted to ride.
People tell Kassie, “Which road?” Said he:
“Southern Pacific and Sankta Fe.”
This mornin' I heard someone was dyin'.
Mrs. Kassie's children on the doorstep cryin'.
“Mama, mama, I can't keep from cryin'
Papa got killed on the Southern Line.
On the Southern Line.
Papa got killed on the Southern Line.”
“Mama, mama, how can it be?
Killed my father in the first degree.”
“Children, children, won't you hold your breath,
You'll draw another pension from your father's death.”
On the road again.
I'm a natu'al-bohn eas'man on the road again.
Tuesday mornin' it looked like rain;
Aroun' the curve came a passenger train.
Under the bar lay Kassie Jones,
Good engineer but he's dead and gone.
Dead and gone.
On the road again …
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