Casey Jones Lyrics

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

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

His boiler it was leaking, and his driver's on the bum

And his engine and its bearings, they were all out of 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!'

Casey's wheezy engine ran right off that worn old track

And Casey hit the river with and awful smack



Casey Jones - hit the river bottom

Casey Jones - broke his bloomin' spine

Casey Jones - became an Angeleno

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



When Casey Jones got up to Heaven, to the pearly gate

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

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

You can get a job a-scabbin' anytime 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 and they said it wasn't fair

For Casey Jones to go around a-scabbin' everywhere

The Angel Union No. 23, they sure were there

And 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' sulphur

That's what you get for scabbing on the S.P. line!'