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It  A  should be a while before I see dark to death
 
So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath
 
Well im not the crying nor the whining kind
 
Till I hear the whistle of the 309,
 
(Sung)
Of the 30 D 9, of the 30 A  9
Put me and my box on the  E 309  A 
 A  Take me to the depot
 
Put me to bed
Blow an electric fan on my  E knarly old  A  head
 A  Everybody take a look, see im doing fine
Then load my box on the  E 309  A 
On the 30 D 9, on the 30 A  9
Put me and my box on the  E 309  A 
 A  Hey sweet baby kiss me hard
Draw my bath water  E Sweep my  A  yard
 A  Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow
I wouldn't give a hootin'hell for my j E ourney n A  ow
On the 30 D 9, On the 30 A  9
 A  I hear the sound of a railroad train
The whistle blows and Im  E gone  A  again
 A  It will take me higher than a Georgia pine
Stand back children its a  E 309  A 
It's a 30 D 9, It's a 30 A  9
Put me and my box on a  E 309  A 
A A  chicken in the pot, A turkey in the corn
I haven't felt this good since  E jubalee  A  morn'
 A  Talk about luck, well I got mine
Asthma comin'down like the 3 E 09   A 
 A  Write me a letter, sing me a song
Tell me all about it, what  E I did  A  wrong
 
 
 A  Meanwhile I will be doing fine
Then load my box on the  E 309  A 
On the 30 D 9, On the 30 A  9
Gonna get outta here on the  E 309  A 
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