Come all you rounders if you want to hear The story of a brave engineer Casey Jones was the rounder's name 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 He looked at his water and his water was low He looked at his watch and his watch was slow He turned to his frieman 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