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Casey Jones Was His Name

Höfundur lags: Don Gibson Flytjandi: Hank Snow Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]A long time ago in a town in Tennessee
There lived a man and he was [A7]great as he could [D7]be   
By the [G]sweat of his brow he [C]earned fortune and fame
[D7]Casey Jones was his [G]name


From Memphis Tennessee on that Cannonball Express
By the wining of the whistle you could [A7]tell him from the [D7]rest   
Past the [G]old plantations with their [C]cotton and cane
[D7]Casey Jones was his [G]name


Clickety-clack clickety-clack over the rails he'd go
Clickety-clack clickety-clack [A7]braving rain and [D7]snow   
Ev[G]eryone knew three-eighty [C]two was his train
[D7]Casey Jones was his [G]name


Running late through Sardis past Winona on the fly
Like lightning chasing thunder [A7]through the stairways of the [D7]sky   
When [G]we heard his engine moaning[C] and the story is claimed
[D7]Casey Jones was his [G]name


Then on that fatal night he made his final run
Near Vaughan Mississippi [A7]he knew his time had [D7]come   
Too [G]late he saw the head of [C]an old freight train
[D7]Now a legend Casey Jones was his [G]name

Clickety-clack clickety-clack over the rails he'd go
Clickety-clack clickety-clack [A7]braving rain and [D7]snow   
Ev[G]eryone knew three-eighty [C]two was his train
[D7]Casey Jones was his [G]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

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

Clickety-clack clickety-clack over the rails he'd go
Clickety-clack clickety-clack braving rain and snow
Everyone knew three-eighty two was his train
Casey Jones was his name

Running late through Sardis past Winona on the fly
Like lightning chasing thunder through the stairways of the sky
When we heard his engine moaning 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 head of an old freight train
Now a legend Casey Jones was his name

Clickety-clack clickety-clack over the rails he'd go
Clickety-clack clickety-clack braving rain and snow
Everyone knew three-eighty two was his train
Casey Jones was his name

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