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PART 1: |
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I woke up this mornin', four o'clock. |
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Mister Casey told his fireman, get his boiler hot. |
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Put on your water, put on your coal. |
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Put your head out of the window, see my drivers roll. |
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See my driver roll. |
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Put your head out of the window, see my driver roll. |
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Lord, some people say that Mister Casey couldn't run. |
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Let me just tell you what Mister Casey done. |
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He left Memphis, it was quarter to nine. |
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Got to Newport News, it was dinnertime. |
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It was dinnertime. |
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Got to Newport News, it was dinnertime. |
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I've sold my gin, I've sold it straight. |
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Police run me to my woman's gate. |
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She comes to the door, she nod her head. |
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She made me welcome to the foldin' bed. |
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To the foldin' bed. |
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Made me welcome to the foldin' bed. |
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Lord, the people said to Casey "You're runnin' over time." |
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"You'll have another loser with the one-o-nine." |
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Casey said, "This ain't in mind. |
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I'll run it in close just to make my time." |
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Said to all the passengers, "Better keep yourself hid |
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Naturally gonna shake it like Chainey did." |
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Like Chainey did. |
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Naturally gonna shake it like Chainey did. |
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Mister Casey run his engine within a mile of the place. |
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Number four stared him in the face. |
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The depot told Casey, "Well, you must leave town." |
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"Believe to my soul I'm Alabama bound." |
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"Alabama bound." |
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"Believe to my soul I'm Alabama bound." |
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Missus Casey said she dreamt a dream, |
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The night she bought her sewin' machine. |
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The needle got broke, she could not sew. |
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She loved Mister Casey, 'cause she told me so. |
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Told me so. |
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Loved Mister Casey, 'cause she told me so. |
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There was a woman name Miss Alice Fry. |
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Said, "I'm gonna ride with Mister Casey 'fore I die. |
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I ain't good looking but I take my time. |
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A rambling woman with a rambling mind. |
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Got a rambling mind." |
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PART 2: |
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Casey looked at his water, water was low. |
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Looked at his watch, his watch was slow. |
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On the road again. |
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Natural born Eastman on the road again. |
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Lord, there's people tell by the throttle moan, |
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The man at the fire's Mister Casey Jones. |
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Mister Casey Jones. |
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Mister Casey said, before he died, |
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One more road that he wants to ride. |
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People tells Casey, "Which road is he?" |
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"The Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe. |
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Santa Fe." |
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This mornin' I heard someone was dyin'. |
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Missus Casey's children on the doorstep cryin'. |
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Mama, mama, I can't keep from cryin', |
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Papa got killed on the Southern line. |
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On the Southern line. |
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Papa got killed on the Southern line. |
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"Mama, mama, how can it be? |
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Killed my father and you weren't the first to grieve?" |
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"Children, children want you to hold your breath. |
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Draw another pension from your father's death. |
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From your father's death." |
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On the road again. |
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I'm a natural born Eastman on the road again. |
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Tuesday mornin', it looked like rain. |
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Around the curve came a passenger train. |
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Under the boiler lay Mister Casey Jones. |
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Good old engineer, but he's dead and gone. |
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Dead and gone. |
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On the road again. |
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I'm a natural born Eastman on the road again. |
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I left Memphis to spread the news. |
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Memphis women don't wear no shoes. |
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Had it written in the back of my shirt, |
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Natural born Eastmen don't have to work. |
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Don't have to work. |
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I'm a natural born Eastman, don't have to work. |