I'll tell you a story all about John Luther
Mother Jones' pride and joy
How he come down here from Casey town, he was a Tennessee mountain boy.
He loved the Illinois Central Line down the cabin down the Memphis Cannonball
And you can set your clock on Casey's whistle you could hear his fireman call.
Casey Jones, Casey Jones
I was stepping on down the line.
You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles,
Here comes Casey, and he's making up time.
Well he climbed aboard at the Memphis Station, and the rain was falling down.
The night was dark, and from the yard you couldn't see the bright lights at town
Number 638 began to growl like thunder and the drivers began to roll
And the old conductor set his head out the window
And he hollered "Bless my Soul".
I swear it's:
Casey Jones, Casey Jones
I was stepping on down the line.
You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles,
Here comes Casey, and he's making up time.
It was on that grade down upon Mississippi
on a side track clear by the main
He saw the cars and on his line he saw the cars of the big freight train
Well he told his fireman that he should jump
It was going to be a terrible ride
And he laid on the break
and he blew on the whistle
and that's how Casey died.
You know it's:
Casey Jones, Casey Jones
I was stepping on down the line.
You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles,
Casey died with a whistle in his hand.
Casey Jones, Casey Jones
I was stepping on down the line.
You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles,
There goes Casey, he's making up time.
Mother Jones' pride and joy
How he come down here from Casey town, he was a Tennessee mountain boy.
He loved the Illinois Central Line down the cabin down the Memphis Cannonball
And you can set your clock on Casey's whistle you could hear his fireman call.
Casey Jones, Casey Jones
I was stepping on down the line.
You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles,
Here comes Casey, and he's making up time.
Well he climbed aboard at the Memphis Station, and the rain was falling down.
The night was dark, and from the yard you couldn't see the bright lights at town
Number 638 began to growl like thunder and the drivers began to roll
And the old conductor set his head out the window
And he hollered "Bless my Soul".
I swear it's:
Casey Jones, Casey Jones
I was stepping on down the line.
You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles,
Here comes Casey, and he's making up time.
It was on that grade down upon Mississippi
on a side track clear by the main
He saw the cars and on his line he saw the cars of the big freight train
Well he told his fireman that he should jump
It was going to be a terrible ride
And he laid on the break
and he blew on the whistle
and that's how Casey died.
You know it's:
Casey Jones, Casey Jones
I was stepping on down the line.
You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles,
Casey died with a whistle in his hand.
Casey Jones, Casey Jones
I was stepping on down the line.
You could hear his whistle for a hundred miles,
There goes Casey, he's making up time.