Come all you rounders if you want to hear
The story ‘bout a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the driver’s name
On an six eight wheeler boys 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
Sim 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
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window
taking a trip to the Promised Land

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.C. railroad official said he's a
good engineer to be a laying dead

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

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
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window
taking a trip to the Promised Land