THE BALLAD OF CASEY JONES

The Ballad of Casey Jones

(Wallace Saunders)

Come, all you Rounders, if you want to hear
The story told of a brave engineer,
Casey Jones was the Rounder’s name
A high right-wheeler of mighty fame.
Of mighty fame, of mighty fame
A high right-wheeler of mighty fame.

Casey pulled into the Memphis yard
Fed up, beat down, and dog tired,
Another driver had called in sick
Asking Casey to do a double trick.
Casey smiled, said, “I’m feelin’ fine
Gonna ride that train to the end of the line.
There’s ridges and bridges, and hills to climb
Got a head of steam and ahead of time.
Ahead of time, ahead of time,
Got a head of steam and ahead of time.”

Caller called Casey, half-past four.
He kissed his wife at the station door
Climbed into the cab, orders in his hand
“Could be my trip to the Promised Land.”
Through South Memphis on the fly
The fireman say, “You got a white eye.”
The switchmen knew by the engine’s moan
The man at the throttle was Casey Jones,
Was Casey Jones, was Casey Jones,
The man at the throttle was Casey Jones.
The engine rocked, the drivers rolled
Fireman hollered, “Save my soul!”
“I’m gonna roll her ‘til she leaves the rails
I’m behind time with the Southern mail.”

Been raining hard for weeks and weeks,
Railroad track like the bed of a creek,
Rated down to a thirty-mile gait,
The Southern mail two hours late.
Two hours late, two hours late,
The Southern mail was two hours late.
Fireman say, “You running too fast!
You ran the last three lights we passed.”
Casey say, “We’ll make it through
She’s steaming better than I ever knew.”
Casey say, “Don’t you fret
Keep feeding the fire; don’t give up yet
Run her ‘til she leaves the rail
To be on time with the Southern mail.                                                                                                                                                                                         The Southern Mail, the Southern mail,
To be on time with the Southern mail.

Checked his water, his water was low,
Looked at his watch, his watch was slow.
“Put on more water, put on more coal
Put your head out the window see my drivers roll!
See my drivers roll, see my drivers roll,
Put your head out the window see my drivers roll.”
People said Casey couldn’t run
But I can tell you what Casey done;
Left Memphis, quarter ‘til nine
Vaughn, Mississippi, right on time
Got within a mile of the place                                                                                                                                                                                                            A big headlight stared him in the face;
Shout to the fireman, “Jump for your life!
Give my love to my children, say goodbye to my wife.”
Casey said, just before he died
“There’s a lot more railroads that I’d like to ride;”
He said the good Lord whispered, “It’ll never be,
The Illinois Central be the death of me!”
Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain
Ain’t no different from a railroad train
You can take your stories, noble and grand
All just a part of a railroad man.

Harve Presnell’s THEY CALL THE WIND MARIA

They Call The Wind Maria

(Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe)

Away out here they’ve got a name
For rain, and wind, and fire.
The rain is Tess,
The fire is Joe,
And they call the wind, Maria!

Maria blows the stars around
Sets the clouds a-flying.
Maria makes
The mountains sound like folks was out there dying.
Maria (Maria)
Maria (Maria)
They call
The wind
Maria!

Before I knew
Maria’s name,
And heard her wail and whining
I had a gal
And she had me,
And the sun
Was always shining.

But then one day
I left my gal,
I left her far behind me.
And now I’m lost,
So gold-darn lost
Not even God
Can find me.
Maria
Maria
They call
The wind
Maria!

Out here they have a name for rain,
And wind and fire only.
When you’re lost and all alone,
There ain’t no name for lonely.
I am a lost and lonely man
Without a star to guide me,
Maria, blow my love to me
I need my gal beside me.
Maria (Maria)
Maria (Maria)
They call
The wind
Maria!
Maria
Maria (Maria)
They call
The wind
Maria!

Roy Rogers’ DON’T FENCE ME IN

Don’t Fence Me In

(Cole Porter)

Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,
Don’t fence me in!
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don’t fence me in!
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever, but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in!

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies,
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
‘Till I see the mountains rise.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
And gaze at the moon ’till I lose my senses,
And I can’t look at hovels and I can’t stand fences,
Don’t fence me in!

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don’t fence me in!
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don’t fence me in!
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever, but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in!

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies,
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
‘Till I see the mountains rise.
Ba boo ba ba boo.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon ’till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hobbles, and I can’t stand fences,
Don’t fence me in.
No Poppa, don’t you fence me in!

Broadway’s PAINT YOUR WAGON

Paint Your Wagon

(A.J. Lerner and F. Loewe)

Gold
Gold
Gold
Gold
Gold
Gold
Gold
Gotta dream boy?
Gotta song?
Paint your wagon
And come along!
Where am I going?
I don’t know.
Where am I heading?
I ain’t certain.
All I know
Is I am on my way!
When will I be there?
I don’t know.
When will I get there?
I ain’t certain.
All that I know
Is I am on my way!
Gotta dream boy?
Gotta song?
Paint your wagon
[And come along – Sung In German]
[Verse sung in German]
[Verse sung in Chinese]
[Verse sung in American Indian]
Gotta dream boy?
Gotta song?
Paint your wagon
And come along!
Where am I going?
I don’t know.
When will I be there?
I ain’t certain.
What will I get?
I ain’t equipped to say.
But who gives a damn?
Who gives a damn?
Who gives a damn?
We’re on our way!
Where am I going?
I don’t know.
Where am I heading?
I ain’t certain.
All that I know
Is I am on my way!
When will I be there?
I don’t know.
When will I get there?
I ain’t certain.
All that I know
Is I am on my way!
When am I going?
I don’t know.
Where am I heading?
I ain’t certain.
All that I know
Is I am on my way!
When will I be there?
I don’t know.
When will I get there?
I ain’t certain.
All that I know
Is I am on my way!
Gotta dream boy?
Gotta song?
Paint your wagon
And come along!
Where are we going?
I don’t know.
When will we be there?
I ain’t certain.
What will we get?
I ain’t equipped to say.
But who gives a damn?
Who gives a damn?
We’re on our way!
From the movie version of Paint Your Wagon:

Kenny Rogers’ COWARD OF THE COUNTY

Coward of the County

(Billy Ed Wheeler and Roger Dale Rowling)

Everyone considered him
The coward of the county,
He’d never stood one single time
To prove the county wrong.
His mama called him, “Tommy”
But folks just called him, “Yellow.”
Something always told me
They were reading Tommy wrong.He was only ten years old
When his daddy died in prison,
I took care of Tommy
Because he was my brother’s son.
I still recall the final words
My brother said to Tommy
“Son, my life is over,
But yours has just begun.Promise me, son,
Not to do the things I’ve done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it don’t mean you’re weak
If you turn the other cheek.
And I hope you’re old enough to understand
Son, you don’t have to fight to be a man!”

There’s someone for everyone
And Tommy’s love was Becky,
In her arms he didn’t have

To prove he was a man.
One day, while he was working,
The Gatlin boys came calling.
They took turns at Becky
And there was three of them.Tommy opened up the door
And saw his Becky crying,
The torn dress, the shattered look,
Was more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace
Took down his daddy’s picture,
As his tears fell on his daddy’s face
I heard these words again.”Promise me, son,
Not to do the things I’ve done,
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it don’t mean you’re weak
If you turn the other cheek.
And I hope you’re old enough to understand
Son, you don’t have to fight to be a man!”

The Gatlin boys just laughed at him
When he walked into the bar room,
One of them got up
And met him half way across the floor.
Tommy turned around, they said,
“Hey, look, old yellow’s leavin’.”
You could’ve heard a pin drop
When Tommy stopped and locked the door.

Twenty years of crawling
Was bottled up inside him.
He wasn’t holding nothing back
He let them have it all.
Tommy left the bar room
Not a Gatlin boy was standing,
He said, “This one’s for Becky,”
As he watched the last one fall.
And I heard him say,

“I promised you, Dad,
Not to do the things you’ve done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please don’t think I’m weak
I didn’t turn the other cheek,
Papa, I should hope you understand –
Sometimes you’ve gotta fight when you’re a man!”

Everyone considered him
The coward of the county . . .

Randy Travis’ THE OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL

The Old Chisholm Trail
(Traditional, Adapted by Moe Bandy and Tex Ritter)

Well, come along boys and listen to my tale,
I’ll tell you all my troubles on the old Chisholm Trail.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
I started up the trail, October twenty-third,
Started up the trail with the U-2 herd.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle,
Started out punching them long horn cattle.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
With my seat in the saddle and my hand on the horn
I’m the best dang cowboy that was ever born.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
It’s cloudy in the west and looking like rain
And my danged old slicker’s in the wagon again.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
The wind began to blow and the rain began to fall
And it looked like we were gonna lose ’em all.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
No chaps, no slickers, and it’s pouring rain,
I swear I’ll never ride a herd again.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
I cripple on my horse and I don’t know how
Roping these long horn U-2 cows.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
Well, I went to the boss to draw my roll
And the boss had me figured nine dollars in the hole.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
Well, me and the boss we had a little spat
So I hit him in the face with my ten gallon hat.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
The boss said to me, ”Well, I’ll fire you –
Not only you, but the whole darn crew.”
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
I’ll sell my horse, I’ll sell my saddle
And you can drive all your long horn cattle!
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
To hear Randy Travis sing this version:

Marty Robbins’ ALL AROUND COWBOY

All Around Cowboy

(Marty Robbins)

Well, all around cowboy, I’ve won it six years in a row,
All around cowboy means champ of the big rodeo.
I made me some money, I had me some good times,
The falls that I’ve had have been few.
Till a rodeo queen made the all around cowboy
Look like an all around fool!

I was the cowboy that said he would never be roped,
I even bragged how I’d never be branded or broke.
I was doing right well till this blonde, little filly
Rode into my life like a dream,
And the all around cowboy fell head over heels
In love with the rodeo queen.

The moment I looked in her blue eyes I knew I was gone.
I tried to hide them, but the feelings I had were too strong.
She showed the world what an all around cowboy could do.
She showed the world how an all around cowboy
Could look like an all around fool!

She made me feel like a horse without any fire,
Too late I realized, breaking me was her desire.
She rolled me, and raked me with spurs, that left such a hurt.
She left me broken, and she left me crying
Out there in the rodeo dirt.