Jerry Garcia David Grisman

"Casey Jones"

CASEY JONES Lyrics by Jerry Garcia David Grisman
One Sunday morning, in the driving rain
Around the bend came a passenger train
In the cabin stood Casey Jones
Noble engineer but he's dead and gone
Mrs Casey when she heard the news
Sitting on her bedside, she was lacing up her shoes
Children, children now hold your breath
You will draw a pension at your Papa's death

Children, children now get your hat
Tell me Mama what do you mean by that?
Get your hat, put it on your head
Go down town, see your papa is dead
Casey said before he died
Fix the blinds so that the b**s can't ride
If they ride, let them ride the rods
Put their trust in the hand of God

Casey said just before he died
Two more roads that I want to ride
People said, what roads can they be?
Old Colorado and the Santa Fe
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