Way back when before the Rolling Stones I heard a little group was playing Casey Jones It was a really silly place to put a saxophone Peter made them change their minds The wheels got rolling and the names got strange The dogs got barking and the faces changed And different hands were holding different reigns To different destinations He purred like a kitten and howled at the moon His fingers were smitten with pistols at noon Most men's arms and legs can only move But he'd sing like a bird and dance like a firefly Most men's arms and legs can only move Peter leaves them all behind All that jiving takes your breath away And plagues white noses on a rainy day Fresh fruit and fishing when the truth gets played Peter leaves it all behind And all those notes he thought were out of sight Blowing french kisses on a humble flight Light up the heavens on a starry night Peter left them all behind He purred like a kitten and howled at the moon His fingers were smitten with pistols at noon Most men's arms and legs can only move But he'd sing like a bird and dance like a firefly Most men's arms and legs can only move Peter leaves them all behind Most men's arms and legs can only move Peter leaves them all behind