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Casey Jones Was His Name Hank Snow [F]A long time ago in a town in Tennessee There lived a man and he was[G]great as he could[G]be [F]By the sweat of his brow he[F]earned fortune and fame [G]Casey Jones was his[F]name From Memphis, Tennessee on that Cannonball Express By the wining of the whistle you could tell him from the[G]rest Past the old plantations with their cotton and cane [G]Casey Jones was his[F]name Chorus [F]Clickety-clack, clickety-clack over the rails he'd go Clickety-clack, clickety-clack[G]braving rain and[G]snow [F]Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-[F]two was his train [G]Casey Jones was his[F]name Chorus:Instrumental [F]Runnin' late thru Sardis past Winona on the fly Like lightnin' chasin' thunder[G]thru the stairways of the[G]sky [F]When we heard his engine moanin' [F]and the story is claimed [G]Casey Jones was his[F]name [F]Then on that fatal night he made his final run Near Vaughan, Mississippi [G]he knew his time had come [F]Too late he saw the head of[F]an old freight train [G]Now a legend, Casey Jones was his[F]name (Repeat chorus)