Casey Jones Was His Name

A long time ago in a town in Tennessee

There lived a man and he was great as he could be

By the sweat of his brow he earned fortune and fame

Casey Jones was his name.



Chorus:

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack over the rails he'd go

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack braving rain and snow

Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train

Casey Jones was his name.



From Memphis, Tennessee on that Cannonball Express

By the wining of the whistle you could tell him from the rest

Past the old plantations with their cotton and cane

Casey Jones was his name.



Chorus:

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack over the rails he'd go

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack braving rain and snow

Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train

Casey Jones was his name.



Runnin' late thru 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 the smoke of an old freight train

Now a legend, Casey Jones was his name.



Chorus:

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack over the rails he'd go

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack braving rain and snow

Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train

Casey Jones was his name...