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

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 doing fine

then load my box on the 309

on the 309

on the 309

goin' to get out of here on the 309