"K.C. Jones (Part II)" lyrics
(feat. Jojo Hermann)
Early in the morning was drizzling rain
Round the curve come a passenger train
People could tell by the throttle moan
That the engineer was ol' Casey Jones
Casey Jones
The man at the throttle was Casey Jones
Casey looked at his water, water was low
Looked at his watch and his watch was slow
Casey told the passengers, "keep it hid
We gonna shake it like Mr. Chainey did
Like Chainey did"
Natural born shakin' like Chainey did
Lord, the people told Casey "You're run over time"
You'll run a collision with the 109"
Casey said, "This engine is mine
I would run in glory less I make my time
Less I make my time
I'd run in glory less I make my time"
Mr. Casey run his engine a mile of the place
The 109 slapped him dead in the face
The depot told Casey, "Well, you must leave town"
"Believe to my soul, I'm Alabama bound
Alabama bound"
"Believe to my soul, I'm Alabama bound"
On the road again
On the road again
Mrs. Casey said she dreamt a dream
The other night about her sewing machine
She broke her needle, she could not sew
She loved Mr. Casey and she told me so
And she told me so
Oh, she Loved Mr. Casey 'cause she told me so
Woke up this morning at a quarter to nine
Two little children at my doorstep cryin'
Children, children won't you hush your breath
Collect another pension from your father's death
From your father's death
Hmm
On the road again
Round the curve come a passenger train
People could tell by the throttle moan
That the engineer was ol' Casey Jones
Casey Jones
The man at the throttle was Casey Jones
Casey looked at his water, water was low
Looked at his watch and his watch was slow
Casey told the passengers, "keep it hid
We gonna shake it like Mr. Chainey did
Like Chainey did"
Natural born shakin' like Chainey did
Lord, the people told Casey "You're run over time"
You'll run a collision with the 109"
Casey said, "This engine is mine
I would run in glory less I make my time
Less I make my time
I'd run in glory less I make my time"
Mr. Casey run his engine a mile of the place
The 109 slapped him dead in the face
The depot told Casey, "Well, you must leave town"
"Believe to my soul, I'm Alabama bound
Alabama bound"
"Believe to my soul, I'm Alabama bound"
On the road again
On the road again
Mrs. Casey said she dreamt a dream
The other night about her sewing machine
She broke her needle, she could not sew
She loved Mr. Casey and she told me so
And she told me so
Oh, she Loved Mr. Casey 'cause she told me so
Woke up this morning at a quarter to nine
Two little children at my doorstep cryin'
Children, children won't you hush your breath
Collect another pension from your father's death
From your father's death
Hmm
On the road again
