| The workers on the S.P. line for strike sent out a call
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| But Casey Jones the engineer he wouldn’t strike at all
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| His boiler it was leakin' and the drivers on the bum
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| And the engines and the bearin' they were all out o' plum
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| Casey Jones, kept his junkpile runnin'
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| Casey Jones, was doin' double-time
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| Casey Jones, got a wooden medal
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| For bein' good and faithful on the S.P. line
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| Well the workers said to Casey «Won't you help us win this strike»
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| But Casey said «Let me alone, you’d better take hike»
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| Well Casey’s wheezy engine ran right off the wheezy track
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| And Casey hit the river with an awful smack
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| Casey Jones, hit the river bottom
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| Casey Jones, broke his bloomin' spine
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| Casey Jones, became an angelino
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| He took a trip to heaven on the S.P. line
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| Well Casey got to heaven, way up to that pearly gate
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| He said «I'm Casey Jones, the guy that pulled the S.P. freight»
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| «You're just the man» said Peter, «our musicians are on strike
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| You can get a job a-scabbin' any time you like»
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| Casey Jones, got a job in heaven |
| Casey Jones, was doin' mighty fine
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| Casey Jones, went scabbin' on the angels
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| Just like he did to workers on the S.P. line |