1

On a Monday morning it began to rain,
Around the bend come a passenger train;
On the bumpers was an old Jimmie Jones,
He's a good old porter but he's dead and gone;
Dead and gone, dead and gone,
'Case he been on the Charlie so long.

2

Joseph Mickle was a good engineer,
Told the fireman never to fear;
All he wanted was to get her good and hot,
" We'll make Paris 'bout four o'clock,
'Bout four o'clock, 'bout four o'clock,
'Case we been on the Charlie so long. "

3

When we got within a mile of the place,
Number One stared us right in the face;
The conductor pulled his watch, and mumbled and said,
" We may make it but we'll all be dead,
We'll all be dead, we'll all be dead,
'Case we been on the Charlie so long. "

4

As the two locomotives was about to bump,
The fireman prepared to make his jump;
The engineer blowed the whistle, and the fireman bawled,
" Please, Mr. Conductor, won't you save us all?
Won't you save us all? Won't you save us all?
'Case you been on the Charlie so long. "

5

O you ought to been there for to see the sight,
Screaming and yelling, both colored and white;
Some were crippled and some were lame,
And the six-wheel driver had to bear the blame,
Had to bear the blame, had to bear the
'Case he been on the Charlie so long.

6

O ain't it a pity, ain't it a shame?
The six-wheel driver had to bear the blame.
Some were crippled, and some were lame,
And the six-wheel driver had to bear the blame,
Had to bear the blame, had to bear the
'Case he been on the Charlie so long.