| Casey Jones was an old engineer,
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| Call for his family tonight, they will fear,
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| All I need is my water and coal,
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| Look out the windows, see my drag wheel roll.
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| One sunday morning in a driving rain,
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| Around the curve came a passenger train,
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| In the cabin stood Casey Jones,
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| Bold engineer but he’s dead and gone.
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| Mrs. Casey when she heard the news
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| Sitting at her bedside she was lacing up her shoes
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| Children, children now catch your breath,
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| You will draw a pension if your Papa’s dead.
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| Children, children now can you hear,
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| Tell me Mama what do you mean by that?
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| Get your hat, put it on your head,
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| Go to town, see your Daddy’s dead,
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| Casey said just before he died,
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| Fix the blinds so that the bums can ride,
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| If they ride, let them ride rock,
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| Put their trust in the hands of God.
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| Casey said just before he died,
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| Two more roads that I want to ride.
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| People said, what roads, Casey, can they be?
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| Gold Colorado and the Santa Fe. |