A5

It should be a while before I see Doctor Death,

                    A5

So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath

          A5

Well, I'm not cryin' nor the whinin' kind

'Till I hear the whistle of the Three O Nine

                                  D5                                  A5

Of the Three O Nine,     of the Three O Nine

                                        E5                     A5

Put me in my box on the Three O Nine

Take me to the depot, put me to bed

                                             E5                    A5

Blow an electric fan on my gnarly old head

Ev'rybody take a look. See I'm doin' fine

                                         E5                   A5

Then load my box on the Three O Nine

                                  D5                                  A5

On the Three O Nine,     on the Three O Nine

                                        E5                     A5

Put me in my box on the Three O Nine

Guitar solo:

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|   A5   |   E5   |    E5   |   E5   |

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A5

Hey, sweet baby, kiss me hard

                                   E5                     A5

Draw my bath water, sweep my yard

Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow

                                                     E5                A5

I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for journey now

                                   D5                                     A5

On the Three O Nine,       on the Three O Nine

I hear the sound of a railroad train

                                            E5                A5

The whistle blows, and I'm gone again

It will take me higher than a Georgia pine

                                              E5                    A5

Stand back, children, it's the Three O Nine

                                   D5                                   A5

It's the Three O Nine,     it's the Three O Nine

                                        E5                     A5

Put me in my box on the Three O Nine

A chicken in the pot, and a turkey in the corn;

                                       E5                  A5

Ain't felt this good since jubilee morn

Talk about luck, well, I got mine

                                                E5                    A5

Asthma comin' down like the Three O Nine

Write me a letter, sing me a song

                                         E5                     A5

Tell me all about it, what I     did wrong

Meanwhile, I will be doin' fine

                                       E5                     A5

The load my box on the Three O Nine

                                   D5                                     A5

On the Three O Nine,       on the Three O Nine

                                               E5                   A5

Gonna get out of here on the Three O Nine

Outro:

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