Collected by Raymond W. Whittier
For M.C. Parler
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Mr. Clyde Bland Little Rock, Ark Nov. 25, 1960
Reel 303 Item 2
Come on you rounders if you want to hear,
A story told about a brave engineer,
Oh, Casey Jones was the rounders name,
On a six-eight wheeler he won his fame.
The caller called Casey 'bout half-past four; kissed his wife goodbye at the station door.
He mounted to the cabin with his orders in his hand, Took a farewell trip to the promised land.
When he turned the curve at the Reno hill,
He blew his whistle with a mighty shrill,
And the flagman knew by the engine's moan,
That the man at the throttle was-a Casey Jones.
He looked at hie watch and his watch was slow;
He looked at the water and the water was low;
He looked at the fireman and-a then he said,
We're goin'-a reach-a 'Frisco but we'll all be dead.
Oh, Casey Jones was a-settin' in his seat,
Saw a big number four come a-starin' him in the face. He said to the fireman, boy, you'd better jump,
For there's two locomotives that's-a bound to bump.
Oh, Casey Jones said just before he died,
There's two more roads that he wanted to ride.
The fireman said what could they be?
The Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe.Casey Jones cont’d
Miss Casey was a-settin' on the bed a-sighin'
When she got the news that Casey was a-dyin'.
Said go to bed-a chillin and-a hush your cryin',
You got another pappy on the Salt Lake line.
Turn on the water, shovel in the coal,
Stick you head out the window, watch the drivers roll. We'll run her till she leaves the rail,
For we’re eight hours late with the western mail.
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