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Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song. 
I'll tell you of a hero, he's now dead and gone
He was the bravest union boy that I have
age was nineteen
He was the bravest union man, that I have ever seen

Harry Simms was a palomine, we labored side by side
Expecting to be shot
Little by little the night turns around 
Counting the leaves which tremble and turn 
Lotus's lean on each other in union
Over the hills where
Little by little the night turns around. 
Counting the leaves which tremble and turn. 
Lotus's lean on each other in union. 
Over the hills where
and setting sun.
It's strange and wilder, ageless bechilder
Saved by fire, touched and finer.
Gray stands the tower in the distance.
Days pass like warm sun
Jesse James in his grave 

It was on a Saturday night 
The stars were shining bright 
When they robbed that Union train 
And it was one
Through South Memphis Yards on a fly rain been a fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan that the man at the throttle was Casey
a thousand suns
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousand suns

Burying our morals and burying our dead
Burying our head in the sand
E equals MC squared,
Unholy union, trinity reformed

Yellow sun, it's evil twin
In the black, the winds deliver him
We will sleep to souls within
At a siege a nuclear gust
in a tall glass
Judgin’ by her smile, it’s about time to

Shut it down
Lotta work left to do, the sun’s still out
But any hay to make can wait for
She likes to watch him out the window
Goin’ ‘round in circles under the sun
Somethin’ ‘bout a man on a tractor
With his hat on backwards
Lookin’
We'll be on time or we're leavin' the rails
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin...

Dead on the rail was a passenger train blood was a boilin' in Casey's
Through South Memphis Yards on a fly rain been a fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan that the man at the throttle was Casey
And I watched the cars roll by
As the headlights raced
To the corner of the kitchen wall

[Chorus:]
Mama dear
Your boy is here
Far across the sea
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
For my neck 

Sun through the window oil spattered 
And in mason jars 
Tricked plenty seeds thrive 
The standing joke 
Around the shop was 
With
up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that I've got to get back in the line
Now I think of what my mamma told me
walks up to me and the sun begins to shine 
Then he walks right past and I know that I've got to get back in the line 
Now I think of what my mamma told
at the crossing
With an awful shrill
The switchman knew
By the engines moan
That the man at the throttle
Was Casey Jones
Casey got to that certain place
Old
at the crossing
With an awful shrill
The switchman knew
By the engines moan
That the man at the throttle
Was Casey Jones
Casey got to that certain place
Old
is never done
I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one
While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons

Up on my feet at the break of the sun
roll."

And then a telegram come from Washington station,
This is how it read,
"Oh that brave engineer that run '97,
"Is lyin' in Danville dead."

"Cause
There's a tavern up on the roadside, I must be coming into town
The moon must be in Aries, because the truck ain't slowing down
Pulled back
with his hand on the throttle 
A scalded to death by the steam 
[ dobro ] 
Then the telegram come to Washington station and this is how it read 
Oh
dead."

"Cause he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour,
The whistle broke into a scream.
He was found in the wreck with his hand