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T:Casey Jones
B:Singing Together, Summer 1967, BBC Publications
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
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w:Come all you round--ers_ list--en here, I'll tell you the sto-ry of a brave en-gi-neer.
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w:Cas-ey Jones_ was the Hog--ger's name. on a six eight wheel-er, boys, he won_ his fame.
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w:Call-er called Ca--sey at half--past four, He kissed his wife_ at the sta--tion door.
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w:Mount-ed to the ca-bin with his or-ders in his hand and took his fare-well trip_ to the Pro--mised Land.
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w:Ca-sey Jones mount-ed to the ca-bin. Ca-sey Jones with his or-ders in his hand
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w:Ca-sey Jones mount-ed to the ca-bin and took his fare-well trip_ to the Pro--mised Land.
W:Come all you rounders listen here,
W:I'll tell you the story of a brave engineer.
W:Casey Jones was the Hogger's name.
W:On a six eight wheeler, boys, he won his fame.
W:Caller called Casey at half-past four,
W:He kissed his wife at the station door.
W:Mounted to the cabin with his orders in his hand
W:And took his farewell trip to the Promised Land.
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W:(Chorus)
W:Casey Jones mounted to the cabin.
W:Casey Jones with his orders in his hand,
W:Casey Jones mounted to the cabin
W:And took his farewell trip to the Promised Land.
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W:Put in your water and shovel in your coal,
W:Put your head out the window,
W:Watch the drivers roll.
W:"I'll run her till she leaves the rail
W:'Cause we're eight hours late with the Western Mail."
W:He looked at his watch and his watch was slow,
W:Looked at the water and the water was low,
W:Turned to his fireboy, then he said,
W:"We're bound to reach 'Frisco
W:But we'll all be dead!"
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W:Casey pulled up Reno Hill,
W:Tooted at the crossing
W:With an awful shrill.
W:'Snakes all knew be the engine's moans
W:That the hogger at the throttle was Casey Jones.
W:He pulled up short two miles from the place,
W:Freight train stared him right in the face,
W:Turned to his fireboy, "Son, you'd better jump
W:'Cause there's two locomotives
W:That are going to bump."
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W:Casey said just before he died
W:"There's two more roads
W:I'd like to ride."
W:Fireboy asked, "What can they be?"
W:"The Rio Grande and the Santa Fe."
W:Mrs Jones sat on her bed a sigh'n
W:Had a pink that her Casey was dy'n.
W:Said, "Hush you children, stop your cry'n,
W:'Cause you'll get another Papa
W:On the Salt Lake Line."
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