Casey Jones

The workers on the S.P. line for strike sent out a call

But Casey Jones the engineer he wouldn't strike at all

His boiler it was leakin' and the drivers on the bum

And the engines and the bearin' they were all out o' plum



Casey Jones, kept his junkpile runnin'

Casey Jones, was doin' double-time

Casey Jones, got a wooden medal

For bein' good and faithful on the S.P. line



Well the workers said to Casey "Won't you help us win this strike"

But Casey said "Let me alone, you'd better take hike"

Well Casey's wheezy engine ran right off the wheezy track

And Casey hit the river with an awful smack



Casey Jones, hit the river bottom

Casey Jones, broke his bloomin' spine

Casey Jones, became an angelino

He took a trip to heaven on the S.P. line



Well Casey got to heaven, way up to that pearly gate

He said "I'm Casey Jones, the guy that pulled the S.P. freight"

"You're just the man" said Peter, "our musicians are on strike

You can get a job a-scabbin' any time you like"



Casey Jones, got a job in heaven

Casey Jones, was doin' mighty fine

Casey Jones, went scabbin' on the angels

Just like he did to workers on the S.P. line



Well the angels got together, they said it wasn't fair

For Casey Jones to go around a-scabbin' everywhere

The angels union number twenty-three they sure were there

They promptly fired Casey down the golden stair



Casey Jones, went to hell a-flyin'

Casey Jones, the devil said "Oh fine

Casey Jones, get busy shovellin' sulphur

It's what ya get for scabbin' on the S.P. line"