A It should be a while before I see dark to death
So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath
A Well I`m not the crying nor the whining kind
Till I hear the whistle of the 309,

Of the 30d9, of the 30A9
Put me and my box on the E30A9

ATake me to the depot Put me to bed
Blow an electric fan on my Eknarly old Ahead
AEverybody take a look, see I`m doing fine
Then load my box on the E30A9

On the 30d9, on the 30A9
Put me and my box on the E30A9

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 30d9, On the 30A9

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 and my box on a 309

A chicken in the pot, A turkey in the corn
I haven't felt this good since jubilee 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