Jo Stafford - Casey Jones lyrics
[Jo Stafford - Casey Jones lyrics]
Come all you rounders if you want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On the "six-eight" wheeler, boys
He won his fame
The caller called Casey at half past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
He mounted to the cabin with
The orders in his hand
And he took his farewell trip
To that promis'd land
Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
Casey Jones, with his orders in his hand
Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
And he took his land
(last line of each verse)
He looked at his water and his water was low
He looked at his watch and his watch was slow
He turned to his fireman and
This is what he said
"Boy, we're going to reach Frisco
But we'll all be dead"
He turned to the fireman
Said "Shovel on your coal
Stick your head out the window
See the drivers roll
I'm gonna drive her til she leaves the rail
For I'm eight hours late
By that Western Mail"
Casey Jones, I'm gonna drive her
Casey Jones, til she leaves the rail
Casey Jones, I'm gonna drive her
For I'm eight
When he pulled up that Reno hill
He whistled for the crossing
With an awful shrill
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When he was within six miles of the place
There No 4 stared him straight in the face
He turned to his fireman, sai "Jim
You'd better jump
For there're two locomotives that
Are going to bump
Casey Jones, two locomotives
Casey Jones, going to bump
Casey said just before he died
"There're two more roads I
Would like to ride"
The fireman said "Which ones can they be?"
"O the Northern Pacific and the Santa Fe"
Mrs jones sat at her bed a sighing
Just to hear the news that
Her Casey was dying
"Hush up children, and quite your cryin'
For you've got another poppa on
The Salt Lake Line
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On the "six-eight" wheeler, boys
He won his fame
The caller called Casey at half past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
He mounted to the cabin with
The orders in his hand
And he took his farewell trip
To that promis'd land
Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
Casey Jones, with his orders in his hand
Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
And he took his land
(last line of each verse)
He looked at his water and his water was low
He looked at his watch and his watch was slow
He turned to his fireman and
This is what he said
"Boy, we're going to reach Frisco
But we'll all be dead"
He turned to the fireman
Said "Shovel on your coal
Stick your head out the window
See the drivers roll
I'm gonna drive her til she leaves the rail
For I'm eight hours late
By that Western Mail"
Casey Jones, I'm gonna drive her
Casey Jones, til she leaves the rail
Casey Jones, I'm gonna drive her
For I'm eight
When he pulled up that Reno hill
He whistled for the crossing
With an awful shrill
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When he was within six miles of the place
There No 4 stared him straight in the face
He turned to his fireman, sai "Jim
You'd better jump
For there're two locomotives that
Are going to bump
Casey Jones, two locomotives
Casey Jones, going to bump
Casey said just before he died
"There're two more roads I
Would like to ride"
The fireman said "Which ones can they be?"
"O the Northern Pacific and the Santa Fe"
Mrs jones sat at her bed a sighing
Just to hear the news that
Her Casey was dying
"Hush up children, and quite your cryin'
For you've got another poppa on
The Salt Lake Line