Casey Jones Was His Name

A long time ago

In a town in Tennessee

There lived a man

And he was brave as he could be

By the sweat of his brow

He earned fortune and fame

Casey Jones was his name

From Memphis, Tennessee

On that Cannonball Express

By the whining of the whistle

You could tell him from the rest

Past the old plantations

With their cotton and cane

Casey Jones was his name

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack

Over the rails he'd go

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack

Bravin' rain and snow

Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train

Casey Jones was his name

Runnin' late through Sardis

Past Winona on the fly

Like lightnin' chasin' thunder

through the stairways of the sky

When we heard his engine moanin'

And the story is claimed

Casey Jones was his name

Then on that fatal night

He made his final run

Near Vaughan, Mississippi

He knew his time had come

Too late he saw ahead

There's thatta old freight train

Now the legend, Casey Jones was his name

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack

Over the rails he'd go

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack

Bravin' rain and snow

Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train

Casey Jones was his name