Come all you rounders that want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On a six eight wheeler, boys, he won his fame
The caller called Casey at half past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
He mounted to the cabin with the orders in his hand
And he took his farewell trip to that promised land
Casey Jones mounted to his cabin
Casey Jones with his orders in his hand
Casey Jones mounted to his cabin
And he took his farewell trip to that promised land

When he pulled up that Reno hill
He whistled for the crossing with an awful shrill
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
He looked at his water and his water was low
He looked at his watch and his watch was slow
He turned to his fireman and this is what he said
Boy, we're going to reach Frisco, but we'll all be dead
Casey Jones - going to reach Frisco
Casey Jones - but we'll all be dead
Casey Jones - going to reach Frisco
We're going to reach Frisco, but we'll all be dead

So turn on your water and shovel in your coal
Stick your head out the window, watch those drivers roll
I'll drive her till she leaves the rail
For I'm eight hours late by that Western Mail
When he was within six miles of the place
There number four stared him straight in the face
He turned to his fireman, said Jim you'd better jump
For there're two locomotives that are going to bump
Casey Jones - two locomotives
Casey Jones - going to bump
Casey Jones - two locomotives
There're two locomotives that are going to bump

Casey said just before he died
There're two more roads I would like to ride
The fireman said, Which ones can they be?
Oh the Northern Pacific and the Santa Fe
Mrs. Jones sat at her bed a-sighing
Just to hear the news that her Casey was dying
Hush up children, and quit your cryin'
For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake Line
Casey Jones - got another poppa
Casey Jones - on the Salt Lake Line
Casey Jones - got another poppa
For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake Line