It should be a while before I see Dr. Death   So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath   Well, I'm not the crying nor the whining kind   Till I hear the whistle of the 309   Of the 309, of the 309   Put me in my box on the 309      Take me to the depot, put me to bed   Blow an electric fan on my gnarly old head   Everybody take a look, see I'm doing fine   Then load my box on the 309   On the 309, on the 309   Put me in 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 I'm gone again   It will take me higher than a Georgia pine   Stand back children, it's a 309   It's a 309, it's a 309   Put me in my box on the 309      A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn   Ain't felt this good since jubilee morn   Talk about luck, well, I got mine   Has me 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   Goin' to get out of here on the 309