Casey Jones

I heard the people say Casey Jones couldn't run
I'm gonna tell you what the poor boy done
He left Cincinnati 'bout half past nine
He got to Newport News before dinner time
Before dinner time
He got to Newport News before dinner time

Now Casey Jones said before he died
He'd fix the road so a bum could ride
And if he ride he'd have to ride the rods
He'd risk his heart in the hand of God
In the hand of God
He'd have to risk his heart in the hand of God

On a Sunday morning 'bout four o'clock
Casey Jones told his fireman in the boiler hall
Put on your water, put on your coal
Put your head out the window, see my driver's roll
See my driver's roll
Put your head out the window, see my driver's roll

On the Illinois Central in the drizzling rain
Around the curve come a passenger train
The people all knew by the engine moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
Was Casey Jones
The man at the throttle was Casey Jones

Now the little girl said, "Mama, is that a fact?
Papa got killed on the icy track?"
"Yes, yes, honey, but don't you fret
You'll get that money from your daddy's debt
From your daddy's debt
You'll get money from your daddy's debt"

When the news hit town Casey Jones was dead
The women went home and got dressed in red
Slipping and a-sliding all across the street
With their loose mother hubbard and their stocking feet
Stocking feet and their evening gown
Following Mr. Casey to the burying ground
To the burying ground
Following Mr. Casey to the burying ground