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 on the first degree" "Children, children, won't you 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 eastman don't have to work Don't have to work I'm a natural born eastman, don't have to work