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Casey Jones, befo' he died, Fixed de blinds so de bums couldn' ride} "Ef dey ride, gotta ride de rods, Trus' dey life in de han's of God."
Oh, my honey, who tol' you so? Nachul-born easman, ev'ywhere I go.
Casey Jones was a li'l' behind He thought prob'ly he could make de time, Got up in his engine, an' he walked about, Gave three loud whistles an'-a he pulled out.
Right-hand side dey was a-wavin' of flags, Wavin' of flags to save Casey's life, Casey blowed de whistle an' he never look back, Never stopped a-runnin' till he jumped de track,