Casey Jones

Yeah…

Step into the smoke, let the story unfold…

Come around, gather close, let me spit it clear

'Bout a steel track rider, no fear in his gear

Casey on the line, yeah he earned that name

Illinois Central tracks where he built his fame

Casey Jones, yeah he rode that steel

Iron horse king with a deathless will

Casey Jones on his final ride

Cannonball rollin’, hear the whistle cry

Pulled into Memphis, engine still hot

Foreman said, “Jones, we need all you got

Man down, you gotta run that line”

Casey wiped his brow, said, “I’ll be just fine”

“If Sim Webb rides and that 382

Even dead tired, I’ma push it through

Got a new whistle, hear that scream

Gonna rip through the night like a fever dream”

Yeah… mounted up, orders in hand

Last ride rollin’ through a ghosted land

Steel wheels hummin’, destiny call

One man standin’ but he risked it all

Late out the gate, now they pickin’ up speed

Iron beast hungry, yeah it’s built for the lead

People hear the cry in the midnight tone

Know who ridin’—yeah, that’s Casey Jones

“More coal, Sim, keep that fire alive

We ain’t slowin’ down on this final drive

Shovel that heat, don’t you hesitate

We hittin’ Canton right on fate”

Rain came down on that April night

Mississippi tracks, low moonlight

Cannonball flyin’, engine breathin’ flame

Then a shadow on the rails—everything changed

Freight train stalled, no time to think

Casey saw death in a heartbeat blink

Said, “Jump, Sim! Don’t you stay!”

Held that throttle—never ran away

3:52… silence then the crash

Steel screamed loud in a thunder flash

Casey went down with his hand on the steel

One last whistle—ghost in the wheel

Yeah… died at the throttle, legend remains

Echo in the tracks, runnin’ through the veins

Railroad ghost in the midnight land

Still hear the whistle in the promised land

Widow and kids left in the pain

Storm rolled through, nothin’ the same

But his name still rides every rail we trace

Through the smoke, through time, through every place

Buried down where the engines cry

Jackson tracks where the spirits ride

Casey Jones, yeah he never ran

Still the realest on the line—railroad man