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 309, of the 309 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 309, on the 309 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 journey now On the 309, On the 309 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 309, It's a 309 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 309   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 309, On the 309 Gonna get outta here on the 309