[00:00.000] 作曲 : Joe Hill
[00:06.000]The Workers on the S. P. line to strike sent out a call;
[00:09.000]But Casey Jones, the engineer, he wouldn't strike at all;
[00:12.000]His boiler it was leaking, and its drivers on the bum,
[00:15.000]And his engine and its bearings, they were all out of plumb.
[00:19.000]Casey Jones kept his junk pile running;
[00:22.000]Casey Jones was working double time;
[00:25.000]Casey Jones got a wooden medal,
[00:28.000]For being good and faithful on the S. P. line.
[00:33.000]The workers said to Casey: "Won't you help us win this strike?"
[00:36.000]But Casey said: "Let me alone, you'd better take a hike."
[00:39.000]Well Casey's wheezy engine ran right off the wheezy track
[00:42.000]And Casey hit the river with an awful smack.
[00:45.000]Casey Jones hit the river bottom;
[00:48.000]Casey Jones broke his blooming spine;
[00:51.000]Casey Jones turned into an angel.
[00:54.000]He got a trip to heaven on the S. P. line.
[00:59.000]When Casey got up to heaven, to the Pearly Gate,
[01:02.000]He said: "I'm Casey Jones, the guy that pulled the S. P. freight."
[01:06.000]"You're just the man," said Peter, "our musicians are on strike;
[01:09.000]You can get a job a-scabbing any time you like."
[01:12.000]Cascy Jones got a job in heaven
[01:15.000]Casey Jones was doing mighty fine;
[01:18.000]Casey Jones went scabbing on the angels,
[01:21.000]Just like he did to workers on the S. P. line.
[01:26.000]The Angels' got together, and they said it wasn't fair,
[01:30.000]For Casey Jones to go around a-scabbing everywhere.
[01:33.000]The Angels' Union No. 23, they sure were there,
[01:36.000]And they promptly fired Casey down the Golden Stairs.
[01:40.000]Casey Jones went to Hell a-flying;
[01:43.000]"Casey Jones," the Devil said, "Oh fine:
[01:46.000]Casey Jones, get busy shovelling sulphur;
[01:49.000]That's what you get for scabbing on the S. P. Line."

作曲 : Joe Hill
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 its 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 wheezy 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 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."
Cascy 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.
The Angels' got together, and they said it wasn't fair,
For Casey Jones to go around a-scabbing everywhere.
The Angels' Union No. 23, they sure were there,
And they promptly fired Casey down the Golden Stairs.
Casey Jones went to Hell a-flying;
"Casey Jones," the Devil said, "Oh fine:
Casey Jones, get busy shovelling sulphur;
That's what you get for scabbing on the S. P. Line."