Like The 309

It should be awhile before I see doctor death

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

Well I'm not the cryin', nor the whinin' 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 ol' head

Everybody take a look, see, I'm doin' 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 hoot and nail 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 the 309

It the 309, it's the 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

Asthma comin' down like the 309

Write me a letter, sing me a song

Tell me all about it, what I did wrong

Meanwhile, I will be doin' fine

Then load my box on the 309

On the 309, on the 309

Gonna get outta here on the 309