Come all
you rounders,
for I want you to hear
A story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was around his name
On a big eight -wheeler train
he found his favorites
Case y Jones,
steamin' down in Mississippi
Casey Jones, a mighty man was he
Casey Jones,
steamin' down in Mississippi
He's tryin' to beat the record
of the Romilly League
The caller called Casey
about a half -past four
He kissed the darlin' at
the station door
Climbed in his cab and
he was on his way
Said, I'm takin' my chances
on that old Santa Fe
Casey Jones, down in Mississippi
Casey Jones, man, was he
Casey Jones,
steamin' down in Mississippi
Tryin' to beat the record
of the Romilly League
The rain was pounding down like lead
Old railroad track was a riverbed
They slowed it down to a 30 -mile gate
But that old southbound mail
was eight hours a week
Casey Jones
Down in Mississippi
Casey Jones
Mighty man, was he Casey Jones
Steaming down in Mississippi
Trying to beat his regular rivalry
He went around that curve
from the front of the train
Headlights shining, his desire to reign
Casey blew a mighty blast
That old locomotive was a
-comin' too fast
Casey Jones, down in Mississippi
Casey Jones, man was he
Casey Jones,
steamin' down in Mississippi
Tryin' to beat the record
of the Robert E. Lee
He tried to do his duty,
so the yardmaid said,
K .C. Jones was a scalded pig
K .C. Jones, stearin' down in Mississippi
K .C. Jones, mighty man was he
K .C. Jones,
stearin' down in Mississippi
Tryin' to beat the record,
tryin' to beat the record
Tryin' to beat the record of the Robert E. Lee