Come all you rounders
If you wanna hear
The story about
A brave engineer
Casey Jones
Was the roller's name
On a six-eight-wheeler
Course he rode to fame
Caller called Casey
About half past four
He kissed his wife
At the station door
He climbed in the cabin
With his orders in his hand
Said, "This is the trip
To the promised land"
Casey Jones
Climbed in the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
Leaning out the window
Taking a trip
To the promised land
Through South Memphis
Yards on a fly
Rain been a falling
And the water was high
Everybody knew
By the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle
Was Casey Jones
Well, Jones said, "Fireman
Don't you fret"
Sim Webb said
"I ain't a giving up yet"
We're eight hours late
With the southbound mail
We'll be on time
Or we're leaving the rails
Casey Jones
Climbed in the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
Leaning out the window
Taking a trip
To the promised land
Dead on the rail
Was a passenger train
Blood was a boiling
In Casey's brain
Casey said, "Hey
Look out ahead
Sim, jump, Sim, jump
Or we'll all be dead"
With a hand on a whistle
And a hand on a brake
North Mississippi
Was wide awake
IC railroad
Officials said
"He's a good engineer
To be a laying dead"
Casey Jones
Climbed in the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
Leaning out the window
Taking a trip
To the promised land
Headaches and heartaches
And all kind of pain
Are all a part
Of the railroad train
Sweat and toil
The good and the grand
Are part of the life
Of a railroad man
Casey Jones
Climbed in the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
Leaning out the window
Taking a trip
To the promised land