Casey Jones Teclado

	  
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(Verse 1)
 
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Come all you rounders if you wanna hear, 
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The story about a brave engineer. 
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Casey Jones was the roller's name, 
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On a 68 wheeler course he rode to fame. 

(Verse 2) 

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Caller called Casey bout half past four, 
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He kissed his wife at the station door. 
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He climbed in the cabin with his orders in his hand, 
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Said this is the trip to the Promised Land. 

 
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Casey Jones, climbed in the cabin, 
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Casey Jones, orders in his hand, 
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Casey Jones, leaning out the window, 
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Making a trip to the Promised Land. 

(Verse 3)
 
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Through South Memphis Yards on a fly, 
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Rain been a falling and the water was high. 
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Everybody knew by the engine's moan, 
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That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones. 

(Verse 4)
 
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Well Jones said fireman now don't you fret, 
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Sam Webb said "We ain't a giving up yet, 
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We're eight hours late with the southbound mail, 
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We'll be on time or we're leaving the rails." 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 5) 

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Dead on the rail was a passenger train, 
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Blood was a boiling in Casey's brain. 
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Casey said "Hey now look out ahead, 
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Jump Sam jump or we'll all be dead." 

(Verse 6)
 
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With a hand on a whistle and a hand on a brake, 
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North Mississippi was wide awake. 
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I see railroad official said, 
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"He's a good engineer to be a lying dead." 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 7) 

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Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain, 
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All the part of a railroad train. 
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Sweat and toil the good and the grand, 
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Are part of the life of a railroad man. 

(Chorus)