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 the drivers 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"
Well, Casey's wheezy engine ran right off the worn-out track
And Casey hit the river with an awful smack

Casey Jones hit the river bottom
Casey Jones broke his blooming 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 gone on strike
You can get a job a-scabbing any time you like"

Casey Jones got a job in heaven
Casey Jones was doing mighty fine
Casey Jones went scabbing 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 Angel Union No. 23 they sure were there
They promptly fired Casey down the Golden Stair

Casey Jones went to Hell a-flying
Casey Jones, the Devil said, "Oh fine
Casey Jones, get busy shoveling sulfur
That's what you get for scabbing on the S.P. Line."