| Lyrics: | Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones is ready, watch your speed.
Trouble
ahead, trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my mind.
This old
engine makes it on time,
Leaves Central Station 'bout a quarter to nine,
Hits River
Junction at seventeen to,
At a quarter to ten you know it's travlin' again.
Driving
that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones is ready, watch your speed.
Trouble ahead,
trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my mind.
Trouble ahead, Lady
in red,
Take my advice you'd be better off dead.
Switchman's sleeping, train hundred and
two is
On the wrong track and headed for you.
Driving that train, high on
cocaine,
Trouble ahead, trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my
mind.
Trouble with you is the trouble with me,
Got two good eyes but you still don't
see.
Come round the bend, you know it's the end,
The fireman screams and the engine just
gleams |
