(Spoken)
A
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)
D A
Of the 309, of the 309
E A
Put me and my box on the 309
A
Take me to the depot
Put me to bed
E A
Blow an electric fan on my knarly old head
A
Everybody take a look, see im doing fine
E A
Then load my box on the 309
D A
On the 309, on the 309
E A
Put me and my box on the 309
A
Hey sweet baby kiss me hard
E A
Draw my bath water Sweep my yard
A
Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow
E A
I wouldn't give a hootin' hell for my journey now
D A
On the 309, On the 309
A
I hear the sound of a railroad train
E A
The whistle blows and Im gone again
A
It will take me higher than a Georgia pine
E A
Stand back children its a 309
D A
It's a 309, It's a 309
E A
Put me and my box on a 309
A
A chicken in the pot, A turkey in the corn
E A
I haven't felt this good since jubalee morn'
A
Talk about luck, well I got mine
E A
Asthma comin' down like the 309
A
Write me a letter, sing me a song
E A
Tell me all about it, what I did wrong
A
Meanwhile I will be doing fine
E A
Then load my box on the 309
D A
On the 309, On the 309
E A
Gonna get outta here on the 309
