Casey Jones (The Union Scab)

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 outta plumb

Casey Jones kept his junk-pile runnin'

Casey Jones was workin' double time

Casey Jones got a wooden medal

For bein' 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 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 23, they sure were there

They promptly fired Casey down the Golden Stair

Casey Jones a-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."