Woke up this morning it was drizzling rain
'Round the curb come passing to train
Under the wheel was a Casey Jones
He had met a man but he dead and gone yeah he dead and gone
Another great man he dead and gone
Mister Casey walked down on Allison Lane
Two policemen looking and know his name
Taken him down to the station house
He has notched a bone running and they tore him out
Lord they tore him out
Notched a bone running and they tore him out
Miss Casey says she dreamt a dream
The night she busted her sewing machine
Broke her needle and couldn't sew
She'd love old Casey and she told me so
Yeah she told me so
Love old Casey and she told me so
So dear
Now you wanna go heaven when you D-I-E
Well put on your collar and your T-I-E
Wanna chase a rabbit out of L-O-G
You gotta cause a commotion like a D-O-G
Like a D-O-G
Oooh D-O-G
Well my name is Alice Rye
Said I will write Mister Casey until I die
Ain't good looking but it takes my time as a rumbling woman with a rumbling mind
Oh rumbling mind
Rumbling woman with a rumbling mind
Now Casey told Fineman just before he died
There's one more road I'd like to ride
Fineman said, "What road is it?"
He said Southern Pacific and Santa Fe
Oh Santa Fe
The Southern Pacific and Santa Fe
Go ahead Casey
Ride
Hmmmm