Come all of you rounders now, if you want to hear.
This is the story ’bout a brave engineer.
Casey Jones he was the rounder’s name.
On a six-eight wheeler, boys, he won his fame.
The caller called Casey at a half past four.
He kissed his wife at the station door.
Mounted to his cabin with his orders in his hand,
And take a farewell trip to the Promised Land.

Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
Oh it’s Casey Jones, orders in his hand
Oh it’s Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin,
He’s a-gonna take a trip to the Promised Land.

He looked at his watch and the watch was slow.
He looked at his water and his water was low.
He turned to his fireman and the words he said,
“We’re going to reach ol’ Frisco, but we’ll all be dead.”
Jus’ open up your water now and shovel in your coal.
Stick you head out the window, see my drivers roll.
Run her, I will run her ’til she leaves the rail,
For I’m eight hours late oh, with the Western Mail.

Casey Jones – eight hours late
Oh, it’s Casey Jones – with the western mail
Casey Jones – eight hours late,
But he’s eight hours late oh, with the western mail.

Casey pulled up on that-a Reno Hill.
Tooted at the crossing with an awful thrill.
The switchman knew by the engine noise
That the man at the throttle was old Casey Jones.
Old Casey pulled up in two miles of the place,
Old number four staring him right in the face.
He turned to his fireman, says a-“Boy you’d better jump,
For there’s two locomotives and they’re going to bump.”

Casey Jones – two locomotives
Oh it’s Casey Jones – they’re bound to bump
Casey Jones – two locomotives
Well, there’s two locomotives and they’re going to bump.

Casey wake up one morning and it looked like rain.
All around the bend old Casey pulled his train.
Look in the cabin at-a Casey Jones.
He’s a good ol’ rounder, but he’s dead and gone.

Casey Jones- good ol’ rounder
Casey Jones- dead and gone
Oh it’s Casey Jones- he’s a good ol’ rounder
He’s a good ol’ rounder, but he’s dead and gone.