Casey Jones

I can't stay here much longer, Melinda The sun is getting high I can't help you with your troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down I gotta get down Gotta get down to the mine You keep me up just one more night I can't stop here no more Little Ben clock says quarter to eight You kept me up till four I gotta get down I gotta get down Or I can't work there no more Lotta poor man make a five dollar bill Will keep him happy all the time Some other fellow's making nothing at all And you can hear him cry Can I go, buddy, can I go down Take your shift at the mine Gotta get down to the Cumberland mine That's where I mainly spend my time Make good money, five dollars a day If I made any more I might move away Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues He can't win for losing Lotta poor man got to walk the line Just to pay his union dues I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm coming back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm coming back again