(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 END