Casey Jones by This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb Lyrics
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, scabbing double time
Casey Jones, he got a wooden medal
For being good and faithful on the S.P. line
The workers said to Casey: "Won't you help us with our strike?"
But Casey said, "Let me alone, you'd better take a hike."
Then 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 fool spine
Casey Jones was an Angeleno
He took a trip to heaven on the S. P. line
Casey went to heaven, right up to the Pearly Gate
Said, "I'm Casey Jones, the guy that pulled the S. P. freight."
"You're just the man," said Peter, "our musicians went on strike
You can get a job a-scabbing any time you like."
Casey Jones got a job in heaven
Casey Jones, 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, scabbing everywhere
The Angel Union No. 23 they were there
And 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."
(Merci à teknopuck pour cettes paroles)
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, scabbing double time
Casey Jones, he got a wooden medal
For being good and faithful on the S.P. line
The workers said to Casey: "Won't you help us with our strike?"
But Casey said, "Let me alone, you'd better take a hike."
Then 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 fool spine
Casey Jones was an Angeleno
He took a trip to heaven on the S. P. line
Casey went to heaven, right up to the Pearly Gate
Said, "I'm Casey Jones, the guy that pulled the S. P. freight."
"You're just the man," said Peter, "our musicians went on strike
You can get a job a-scabbing any time you like."
Casey Jones got a job in heaven
Casey Jones, 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, scabbing everywhere
The Angel Union No. 23 they were there
And 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."
(Merci à teknopuck pour cettes paroles)