Casey Jones he was a mighty man But now he's resting in the promised land The kind of music he could understand Was an eight wheel driver under his command
He made the freight train boogie All the time He made the freight train boogie As he rolled down the line
When the fireman started ringing the bell Everybody hung around to tell Casey Jones was a coming to town, on a six Eight wheeler that was flat on the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
