Joe Hill - Casey Jones - The Union Scab lyrics

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 bearings, they were all out of plum Casey Jones, kept his junkpile running Casey Jones, was doing 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 hike” Well Casey's wheezy engine ran right off the worn out track And Casey hit the river with an awful crack Casey Jones, hit the river bottom Casey Jones, broke his blooming spine Casey Jones, became an Angeleno He took a trip to heaven on the S.P. line Well Casey got up to heaven to the 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-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 angels union number twenty-three, 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 shovelling sulphur It's what you get for scabbing on the S.P. line