Jerry Garcia Acoustic Band - Ballad of casey jones

^GCasey Jones ^G7was an ^Cold engi^Gneer Called for his fireman, to^Anight he will ^Dfear ^GAll I need ^G7is my ^Cwater and ^Gcoal Look out the window, see my driving ^G7wheel ^Groll ^GOne Sunday morning,^G7 in the ^Cdriving ^Grain Around the bend came a ^Apassenger ^Dtrain ^GIn the cabin ^G7stood ^CCasey ^GJones ^GNoble engineer but he's dead ^G7and ^Ggone

^GMrs Casey when ^G7she ^Cheard the ^Gnews ^GSitting on her bedside, she was ^Alacing up her ^Dshoes ^GChildren, children ^G7now ^Chold your ^Gbreath ^GYou will draw a pension at your Pa^G7pa's ^Ddeath ^GChildren, children ^G7now ^Cget your ^Ghat Tell me ^CMama what ^Ado you mean by ^Dthat? ^GGet your hat, ^G7put it ^Con your ^Ghead ^GGo down town, see your d^G7addy is ^Gdead

^GCasey said ^G7bef^Core he ^Gdied ^GFix the blinds so ^Athat the bums can't ^Dride ^GIf they ride, ^G7let them ^Cride the ^Grods ^GPut their trust in the hand ^G7of ^GGod

^GCasey said ^G7just be^Cfore he ^Gdied ^GTwo more roads ^Athat I want to ^Dride ^GPeople said, ^G7what ^Croads Casey, ^Gcan they be? ^GOld Colorado and the San^G7ta ^GFe