Hank Snow - Casey Jones Was His Name

A long time ago in a town in Tennessee
There lived a man and he was great as he could be
By the sweat of his brow he earned fortune and fame
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.

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.

Runnin' late thru Sardis past Winona on the fly
Like lightnin' chasin' thunder through the stairways of the sky
When we heard his engine moanin' and the story is claimed
Casey Jones was his name.

Then on that fatal night he made his final run
Near Vaughan, Mississippi he knew his time had come
Too late he saw the smoke of an old freight train
Now a legend, 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...