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 leaking and the drivers on the bum
And the engines and the bearing they were all outta plumb
Casey Jones kept his junk-pile running
Casey Jones was working double time
Casey Jones got a wooden medal
For being good and faithful on the S.P. Line
The workers said to Casey: "Won't you help us win this strike?"
But Casey said: "Let me alone, you'd better take a 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 turned into an angel
He got a trip to Heaven on the S.P. Line
When 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 scabbing any time you like."
Casey Jones got a job in Heaven
Casey Jones was doing 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-scabbing everywhere
The Angels' Union Number 23, 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 shovelin' sulfur
It's what you get for scabbin' on the S.P. Line."
