Sunday morning begins to rain
round the curve that came
Under the cab lay Casey Jones.
Dead and gone, dead and gone
Good engineer, but he's dead and gone
Now Casey Jones was a good engineer
He told his fireman not to have no fear
All I want's a little water and coal,
Peep out the cab and see the drivers roll.
See the drivers roll, see the drivers roll,
Sunday morning, begins to rain,
He told his firemen, you better jump,
Bound to bump, bound to bump,
Well, you should have been now,
Some was crippled and some was lame,
But the six -wheel driver
Ain't it a pity, ain't it a shame
Hurry up, engine, hurry up, train
Casey's going to ride the road again
Swift as lightening, smooth as glass
