Am (once)
It should be a while before I see doctor Death
So, it would sure would be nice if i could get my breath
Am (once)
Well I'm not the crying, nor the whining kind
Till I hear the whistle of the 309
Of the 309, of the 309
Put me in my box on the 309
Take me to the depot, put me to bed
Blow an electric fan on my gnarly old head
Everybody take a look see I'm doin' fine
Then load my box on the 309
On the 309, on the 309
Put me in my box on the 309