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!'