Thank you. Now I think the text can be set this way:

I heard the people say Casey Jones can't run
I'm 'on' tell you what the poor boy done:
Left Cincinnati 'bout half past nine
Got to Newport News 'fore dinner time
'Fore dinner time, at 'fore dinner time
Got to Newport News 'fore dinner time

Now Casey Jones said before he died
He'd fix the road so a bum could ride
And if he ride he had to ride the rod
Rest his heart in the hand of God
Hand of God, in the hand of God
And rest his heart in the hand of God

Now li'l gal say: "Mama it's that a fact
Papa got killed on the I. C. track"
"Yes, yes, honey, but hold your breath
Git that money from your daddy's death
From your daddy's death, from your daddy's death
You'll get money your daddy's death
Lord, your daddy's death, from your daddy's death
You'll get money your daddy's death

When the news reached town Casey Jones was dead
Women went home and now they're out in red
Slipping and sliding across the street
With their loose mother-hubbard and their stocking feet
Stocking feet, stocking feet
Loose mother-hubbard and their stocking feet

Now Casey Jones went from place to place
'Nother train hit his train right in the face
People got off, Casey Jones stayed on
Nat'al born eastman, but he dead and gone
Dead and gone, he's dead and gone
He's a nat'al born eastman, but he's dead and gone.

Here come the biggest boy coming right from school
Holl'ing and crying like a doggone fool:
"Look here, mama, now that papa dead
Women go home and now they're out in red
No good shoes and their evening gowns
Following papa to the burying ground
To the burying ground, to the burying ground
Following papa down to the burying ground"

"Now tell the truth, mama" he said "it's that a fact
Papa got killed on the I. C. track"
"Quit crying, boy, and don't do that
You've got another daddy on the same durn track
On the same track, on the same track
Say you've got another daddy on the same track"