Casey Jones (Sparks/Woods)


Driving that train, high on cocaine
Casey jones is ready, watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed my mind

This old engine makes it on time
Leaves central station bout a quarter to nine
Hits river junction at seventeen to
At a quarter to ten you know its travlin again

Driving that train, high on cocaine
Casey jones is ready, watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed my mind

Trouble ahead, lady in red
Take my advice youd be better off dead
Switchmans sleeping, train hundred and two is
On the wrong track and headed for you

Driving that train, high on cocaine
Casey jones is ready, watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed my mind

Trouble with you is the trouble with me
Got two good eyes but you still dont see
Come round the bend, you know its the end
The fireman screams and the engine just gleams..

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Come all you rounders if you want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On the "six-eight" wheeler, boys, he won his fame
The caller called Casey at half past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
He mounted to the cabin with the orders in his hand
And he took his farewell trip to that promis'd land
Chorus:
Casey Jones--mounted to his cabin
Casey Jones--with his orders in his hand
Casey Jones--mounted to his cabin
And he took his... land (last line of each verse)

He looked at his water and his water was low
He looked at his watch and his watch was slow
He turned to his frieman and this is what he said
"Boy, we're going to reach Frisco, but we'll all be dead"
He turned to the fireman, said "Shovel on your coal
Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll
I'm gonna drive her til she leaves the rail
For I'm eight hours late by that Western Mail"

Chorus: Casey Jones--I'm gonna drive her
Casey Jones--til she leaves the rail
Casey Jones--I'm gonna drive her
For I'm eight...

When he pulled up that Reno hill
He whistled for the crossing with an awful shrill
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When he was within six miles of the place
There No. 4 stared him straight in the face
He turned to his fireman, sai "Jim, you'd better jump
For there're two locomotives that are going to bump.

Chorus: Casey Jones--two locomotives
Casey Jones--going to bump
etc.

Casey said just before he died
"There're two more roads I would like to ride"
The fireman said "Which ones can they be?"
"O the Northern Pacific and the Santa Fe"
Mrs. Jones sat at her bed a sighing
Just to hear the news that her Casey was dying
"Hush up children, and quite your cryin'
For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake Line"

Chorus.

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Here's another version


Come all you rounders for I want you to hear
The story told of a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On a heavy six-eight wheeler he rode to fame.
Caller called Jones about half-past four
Jones kissed his wife at the station door
Climbed into the cab with the orders in his hand
Says "This is my trip to the promised land."

Through South Memphis yards on the fly
He heard the fireman say, "You've got a white-eye,"
All the switchmen knew by the engine's moans
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones

It had been raining for more than a week
The railoraod track was like the bed of a creek
They rated him down to a thrity mile gait
Threw the south-bound mail about eight hours late.

Fireman says, "Casey, you're runnin' too fast
You run the block signal the last station you passed."
Jones says, "Yes, I think we can make it though
For she steam much better than ever I know."

Jones says, "Fireman, don't you fret
Keep knockin' at the firedoor, don't give up yet
I'm goin' to run her till she leaves the rail
Or make it on time with the south-bound mail."

Around the curve and a-down the dump
Two locomotives were about to bump
Fireman hollered, "Jones, it's just ahead
We might jump and make it but we'll all be dead."

'Twas around this curve he saw a passenger train
Something happened in Casey's brain
Fireman jumped off, but Casey stayed on
He's a good engineer but he's dead and gone--

Poor Casey was always all right
He stuck to his post both day and night
They loved to hear the whistle of old Number Three
As he came into Memphis on the old K.C.

Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain
Are not apart from a railroad train
Tales that are earnest, noble and gran'
Belong to the life of a railroad man."