Lyrics and translation Jo Stafford - Casey Jones

Casey Jones

Come all you rounders if you want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On the "six-eight" wheeler, boys, he won his fame
The caller called Casey at half past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
He mounted to the cabin with the orders in his hand
And he took his farewell trip to that promis'd land

Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
Casey Jones, with his orders in his hand
Casey Jones, mounted to his cabin
And he took his land (last line of each verse)

He looked at his water and his water was low
He looked at his watch and his watch was slow
He turned to his fireman and this is what he said
"Boy, we're going to reach Frisco, but we'll all be dead"
He turned to the fireman, said "Shovel on your coal
Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll
I'm gonna drive her til she leaves the rail
For I'm eight hours late by that Western Mail"

Casey Jones, I'm gonna drive her
Casey Jones, til she leaves the rail
Casey Jones, I'm gonna drive her
For I'm eight

When he pulled up that Reno hill
He whistled for the crossing with an awful shrill
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When he was within six miles of the place
There No. 4 stared him straight in the face
He turned to his fireman, sai "Jim, you'd better jump
For there're two locomotives that are going to bump.

Casey Jones, two locomotives
Casey Jones, going to bump

Casey said just before he died
"There're two more roads I would like to ride"
The fireman said "Which ones can they be?"
"O the Northern Pacific and the Santa Fe"
Mrs. Jones sat at her bed a sighing
Just to hear the news that her Casey was dying
"Hush up children, and quite your cryin'
For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake Line

Casey Jones

Viens, mon cher, si tu veux entendre
L'histoire d'un brave ingénieur
Casey Jones était son nom
Sur la "six-huit" roues, mon chéri, il a gagné sa renommée
Le chef de gare a appelé Casey à quatre heures et demie
Il a embrassé sa femme à la porte de la gare
Il est monté dans la cabine avec les ordres en main
Et il a fait son dernier voyage vers cette terre promise

Casey Jones, monté dans sa cabine
Casey Jones, avec ses ordres en main
Casey Jones, monté dans sa cabine
Et il a pris sa terre (dernière ligne de chaque couplet)

Il a regardé son eau, et son eau était basse
Il a regardé sa montre, et sa montre était lente
Il s'est tourné vers son chauffeur et lui a dit
"Mon chéri, on va arriver à Frisco, mais on sera tous morts"
Il s'est tourné vers le chauffeur, et a dit "Shovel ton charbon
Sors ta tête par la fenêtre, regarde les roues rouler
Je vais la conduire jusqu'à ce qu'elle quitte les rails
Car je suis en retard de huit heures par rapport au Western Mail"

Casey Jones, je vais la conduire
Casey Jones, jusqu'à ce qu'elle quitte les rails
Casey Jones, je vais la conduire
Car je suis en retard de huit

Quand il a grimpé la colline de Reno
Il a sifflé pour le passage à niveau avec un sifflet aigu
Le garde de la voie savait par le grognement du moteur
Que l'homme à la manette était Casey Jones
Quand il était à six miles de l'endroit
Le No. 4 lui a fait face
Il s'est tourné vers son chauffeur, et a dit "Jim, tu ferais mieux de sauter
Car il y a deux locomotives qui vont se cogner."

Casey Jones, deux locomotives
Casey Jones, vont se cogner

Casey a dit juste avant de mourir
"Il y a deux autres routes que j'aimerais emprunter"
Le chauffeur a dit "Lesquelles peuvent-elles être ?"
"Oh, le Northern Pacific et le Santa Fe"
Mme Jones était assise à son chevet en soupirant
Juste pour entendre la nouvelle que son Casey était mourant
"Taisez-vous, les enfants, et arrêtez de pleurer
Car vous avez un autre papa sur la ligne du Salt Lake"