Well, here's a little story about an engineer
Taking a little time, whenever you're near
He used to make the freight train moan and groan
Talking about the ghost of Casey Jones
A moaning and a groaning, rolling it down the line
Well, the ghost of Casey Jones is making his engine whine

Well, the hobo at the crossroads said "I don't know"
I thought I heard a whistle blow
Didn't dare to look with a gleam in my eye
Never saw the train when it rolled by
The ghost of Casey Jones is moving it down the line
Oh, the ghost of Casey Jones making that engine whine

When you hear the train huffing with a clickety clack
Smoke a rolling from an old smokestack
Lay back down and make your life at ease
The ghost of Casey Jones is a fanning the breeze
Huffing and a puffing, moaning it down the line
Well, the ghost of Casey Jones is making his engine whine

Well, if you ever wake up in the middle of the night
You hear a whistle blowing in the middle of his flight
Well now brother, take your heart at ease
The ghost of Casey Jones is a fanning the breeze
Huffing and a puffing he's a moaning down the line
As old Casey Jones is making his engine whine
Oooh, Casey, That old ghost of Casey Jones
Casey Jones, Casey Jones, Casey Jones
Casey Jones, Casey Jones