Casey Jones Was His Name Paroles

Casey Jones was his name
(Chorus)
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack
Over the rails he'd go
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack
Braving rain and snow
Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train
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
(Repeat chorus)
Runnin' late thru Sardis
Past Winona on the fly
Like lightnin' chasin' thunder
hTru the stairways of the sky He made his final run
Near Vaughan, Mississippi
He knew his time had come
Too late he saw the (?)
Of an old freight train
Now a legend, Casey Jones was his name
(Repeat chorus)