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