Casey Jones - Tex Ritter translation in French

Casey Jones

Come all you rounders if you want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
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

He looked at his water and his water was low
He looked at his watch and his watch was slow
He turned to his frieman 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

Venez tous, mes amis, si vous voulez entendre
L'histoire d'un brave ingénieur
Casey Jones était le nom du brave
Venez tous, mes amis, si vous voulez entendre
L'histoire d'un brave ingénieur
Casey Jones était le nom du brave
Sur la locomotive "six-huit", mon chéri, il gagna sa gloire
L'appelant 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

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 voici ce qu'il a dit
"Mon chéri, nous allons atteindre Frisco, mais nous serons tous morts"
Il s'est tourné vers le chauffeur, a dit "Shovel ton charbon
Sors la tête par la fenêtre, regarde les conducteurs rouler
Je vais la conduire jusqu'à ce qu'elle quitte les rails
Car j'ai huit heures de retard avec ce courrier de l'Ouest"

Casey Jones, je vais la conduire
Casey Jones, jusqu'à ce qu'elle quitte les rails
Casey Jones, je vais la conduire
Car j'ai huit

Quand il a gravi cette colline de Reno
Il a sifflé pour le passage à niveau avec un sifflet épouvantable
Le garde du passage a su par le gémissement du moteur
Que l'homme aux commandes était Casey Jones
Quand il était à six milles de l'endroit
Le n° 4 le fixait droit dans les yeux
Il s'est tourné vers son chauffeur, a dit "Jim, tu ferais mieux de sauter
Car il y a deux locomotives qui vont entrer en collision.

Casey Jones, deux locomotives
Casey Jones, qui vont entrer en collision

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