It 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 9, of the 30 9
Put me and my box on the 309
Take me to the depot
Put me to bed
Blow an electric fan on my knarly old head
Everybody take a look, see im doing fine
Then load my box on the 309
On the 30 9, on the 30 9
Put me and 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 j ourney n ow
On the 30 9, On the 30 9
I hear the sound of a railroad train
The whistle blows and Im gone again
It will take me higher than a Georgia pine
Stand back children its a 309
It's a 30 9, It's a 30 9
Put me and my box on a 309
A chicken in the pot, A turkey in the corn
I haven't felt this good since jubalee morn'
Talk about luck, well I got mine
Asthma comin'down like the 3 09
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 30 9, On the 30 9
Gonna get outta here on the 309