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Come all you rounders if you wanna hear the story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the roller's name on a 68 wheeler course he won his fame Caller called Casey bout 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 leanin' out the window taking a trip to the Promised Land Through South Memphis Yards on a fly rain been a fallin' 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 now don't you fret Sam Webb said we ain't a givin' up yet We're eight hours late with the southbound mail We'll be on time or we're leavin' the rails Casey Jones climbed in the cabin... Dead on the rail was a passenger train blood was a boilin' in Casey's brain Casey said hey now look out ahead jump Sam jump or we'll all be dead With a hand on a whistle and a hand on a brake north Mississippi was wide awake I see railroad official said he's a good engineer to be a laying dead Casey Jones climbed in the cabin... Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain all the part of a railroad train Sweat and toil the good and the grand part of the life of a railroad man Casey Jones climbed in the cabin... |
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From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
She climbs a flowery mountains o'er the hills and by the shore She's mighty tall and handsome she's known quite well by all She's a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball REFRAIN: Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball Well she came down from Birmingham one cold December day As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say She's from Tennessee she's long and she's tall She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball (REFRAIN) Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand And always be remembered in the courts throughout the land His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball (REFRAIN) |
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Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail 15 cars & 15 restless riders Three conductors, (( 25 )) sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee [1] Rolls along past houses, farms & fields Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Chorus: Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I'm your native son! I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Repeat Chorus Night time on the City of New Orleans Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin' Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea But all the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rail still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his song again "The passengers will please refrain: This train has got (( to disappear in )) railroad blues Repeat Chorus |
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I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when, I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone.. When I was just a baby my mama told me "Son, Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns." But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry.. I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars. Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free But those people keep a movin' And that's what tortures me... Well if they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away... |
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Well they gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia sayin' Steve you're way behind time
This is not 38 this is old 97 you must put her into Spencer on time Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97 roll [ guitar ] But it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville With a line on a three mile grade It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes see what a jump he made He was goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour his whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle A scalded to death by the steam [ dobro ] Then the telegram come to Washington station and this is how it read Oh that brave engineer that run old 97 he's a layin' in old Danville dead So now all you ladies you better take a warnin' from this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband He may leave you and never return |
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All around the water tank waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from home sleeping in the rain I walked up to a brakeman just to give him a line of talk He said if you've got money I'll see that you don't walk Well I haven't got a nickel not a penny can I show He said get off you railroad bum and he slammed the boxcar door [ piano ] Well he put me off in Texas a place I dearly love The wide open spaces all around me the moon and stars above Nobody seems to want me nor to lend me a helping hand I'm on my way from Frisco headin' back to Dixie Land My pocketbook is empty my heart is willed with pain I'm a thousand miles away from home just waitin' for a train |
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Look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track Hey, look a-yonder comin' Comin' down that railroad track It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida And get some sand in my shoes Or maybe Californy And get some sand in my shoes I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special And lose these New York blues "Say man, when you going back to Florida?" "When am I goin' back to Florida? I don't know, don't reckon I ever will." "Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York?" "Well, I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die." Hey talk about a-ramblin' She's the fastest train on the line Talk about a-travellin' She's the fastest train on the line It's that Orange Blossom Special Rollin' down the seaboard line |
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