Kassie Jones Part One - Furry Lewis

PART 1:

I woke up this mornin', four o’clock

Mister Casey told his fireman, get his boiler hot

Put on your water, put on your coal

Put your head out of the window, see my drivers roll

See my driver roll

Put your head out of the window, see my driver roll

Lord, some people say that Mister Casey couldn’t run

Let me just tell you what Mister Casey done

He left Memphis, it was quarter to nine

Got to Newport News, it was dinnertime

It was dinnertime

Got to Newport News, it was dinnertime

I’ve sold my gin, I’ve sold it straight

Police run me to my woman’s gate

She comes to the door, she nod her head

She made me welcome to the foldin' bed

To the foldin' bed

Made me welcome to the foldin' bed

Lord, the people said to Casey «You're runnin' over time.»

«You'll have another loser with the one-o-nine.»

Casey said, «This ain’t in mind

I’ll run it in close just to make my time.»

Said to all the passengers, «Better keep yourself hid

Naturally gonna shake it like Chainey did.»

Like Chainey did

Naturally gonna shake it like Chainey did

Mister Casey run his engine within a mile of the place

Number four stared him in the face

The depot told Casey, «Well, you must leave town.»

«Believe to my soul I’m Alabama bound.»

«Alabama bound.»

«Believe to my soul I’m Alabama bound.»

Missus Casey said she dreamt a dream

The night she bought her sewin' machine

The needle got broke, she could not sew

She loved Mister Casey, 'cause she told me so

Told me so

Loved Mister Casey, 'cause she told me so

There was a woman name Miss Alice Fry

Said, «I'm gonna ride with Mister Casey 'fore I die

I ain’t good looking but I take my time

A rambling woman with a rambling mind

Got a rambling mind.»

PART 2:

Casey looked at his water, water was low

Looked at his watch, his watch was slow

On the road again

Natural born Eastman on the road again

Lord, there’s people tell by the throttle moan

The man at the fire’s Mister Casey Jones

Mister Casey Jones

Mister Casey said, before he died

One more road that he wants to ride

People tells Casey, «Which road is he?»

«The Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe

Santa Fe.»

This mornin' I heard someone was dyin'

Missus Casey’s children on the doorstep cryin'

Mama, mama, I can’t keep from cryin'

Papa got killed on the Southern line

On the Southern line

Papa got killed on the Southern line

«Mama, mama, how can it be?

Killed my father and you weren’t the first to grieve?»

«Children, children want you to hold your breath

Draw another pension from your father’s death

From your father’s death.»

On the road again

I’m a natural born Eastman on the road again

Tuesday mornin', it looked like rain

Around the curve came a passenger train

Under the boiler lay Mister Casey Jones

Good old engineer, but he’s dead and gone

Dead and gone

On the road again

I’m a natural born Eastman on the road again

I left Memphis to spread the news

Memphis women don’t wear no shoes

Had it written in the back of my shirt

Natural born Eastmen don’t have to work

Don’t have to work

I’m a natural born Eastman, don’t have to work