Artist: Johnny Cash
Song: Like The 309


(Spoken)
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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)
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Of the 309, of the 309
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Put me and my box on the 309 
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Take me to the depot 

Put me to bed 
                           E          A
Blow an electric fan on my knarly old head 
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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
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Hey sweet baby kiss me hard
                   E        A
Draw my bath water Sweep my yard
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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
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I hear the sound of a railroad train 
                         E    A       
The whistle blows and Im gone again 
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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
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A chicken in the pot, A turkey in the corn
                               E       A
I haven''t felt this good since jubalee morn''
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Talk about luck, well I got mine
                            E A
Asthma comin'' down like the 309
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Write me a letter, sing me a song 
                           E     A
Tell me all about it, what I did wrong

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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