Lyrics
COME BACK, CASEY JONES
by Ellen Griffith, Copyright 1997
I was born too late to ride the rails,
I just had railroad songs and hobo tales.
I never rode the Daylight to L.A.
Oh, give me back that good old Santa Fe.
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Come back Casey Jones, where have you been?
Bring that six-eight-wheeler 'round the bend.
I wanna see the fireman shovelin' coal,
I wanna see the big old drivers roll,
Get back! AMTRAK, come back, Casey Jones.
Hobo Bill has taken his last ride,
The Wabash and the Yellow Dog have died,
The flyers and the cannonballs are gone,
The Midnight Specials's just another song.
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Bridge:
Come on back. Down the track. Come back, Casey Jones.
Down the line. Right on time. Rollin', rollin' home.
There's empty stations all along the track,
From Saginaw to Galveston and back,
To Tampa, Tulsa, Tucumcari, too
Needles, Beaumont, Banning, San Berdoo.
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