"Like The 309"

It should be a while before I see Dr. Death

So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath

Well I'm not the crying nor the whining kind

'Till I hear the whistle of the 309



Of the 309, of the 309

Put me in my box on the 309



Take me to the depot, put me to bed

Blow an electric fan on my gnarly old head

Everybody take a look, see I'm doing fine

Then load my box on the 309



On the 309, on the 309

Put me in my box on the 309



Hey sweet baby, kiss me hard

Draw my bath water, sweep my yard

Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow

I wouldn't give a hootin' hell for my journey now



On the 309, on the 309



I hear the sound of a railroad train

The whistle blows and I'm gone again

It will take me higher than a Georgia pine

Stand back children, it's a 309



It's a 309, it's a 309

Put me in my box on the 309



A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn

Ain't felt this good since jubilee morn

Talk about luck, well I got mine

As me comin' down like a 309



Write me a letter, sing me a song

Tell me all about it, what I did wrong

Meanwhile I will be doing fine

Then load my box on the 309



On the 309, on the 309

Goin' to get out of here on the 309

 
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