It should be a while before I see Doctor Death,

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

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

'Till I hear the whistle of the Three O Nine

On the Three O Nine, on the Three O Nine

Put me in my box on the Three O Nine

Take me to the depot, put me to bed

Blow an electric fan on my gnarly old head

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

Then load my box on the Three O Nine

On the Three O Nine, on the Three O Nine

Put me in my box on the Three O Nine

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 hoot in hell for journey now

On the Three O Nine, on the Three O Nine

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 the Three O Nine

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

Put me in my box on the Three O Nine

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

Ain't felt this good since jubilee morn

Talk about luck, well, I got mine

Asthma comin' down like the Three O Nine

Write me a letter, sing me a song

Tell me all about it, what I did wrong

Meanwhile, I will be doin' fine

The load my box on the Three O Nine

On the Three O Nine, on the Three O Nine

Gonna get out of here on the Three O Nine