Casey Jones Was His Name
A long time ago in a town in Tennessee
There lived a man and he was great as he could be
By the sweat of his brow he earned fortune and fame
Casey Jones was his name.
Chorus:
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack over the rails he'd go
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack braving rain and snow
Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train
Casey Jones was his name.
From Memphis, Tennessee on that Cannonball Express
By the wining of the whistle you could tell him from the rest
Past the old plantations with their cotton and cane
Casey Jones was his name.
Chorus:
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack over the rails he'd go
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack braving rain and snow
Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train
Casey Jones was his name.
Runnin' late thru Sardis past Winona on the fly
Like lightnin' chasin' thunder through the stairways of the sky
When we heard his engine moanin' and the story is claimed
Casey Jones was his name.
Then on that fatal night he made his final run
Near Vaughan, Mississippi he knew his time had come
Too late he saw the smoke of an old freight train
Now a legend, Casey Jones was his name.
Chorus:
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack over the rails he'd go
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack braving rain and snow
Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train
Casey Jones was his name...
Casey Jones Era Seu Nome
Há muito tempo, numa cidade do Tennessee
Vivia um homem que era o melhor que podia ser
Com o suor do seu rosto, conquistou fortuna e fama
Casey Jones era seu nome.
Refrão:
Clap-clap, clap-clap, sobre os trilhos ele ia
Clap-clap, clap-clap, enfrentando chuva e neblina
Todo mundo sabia que o três-oito-dois era seu trem
Casey Jones era seu nome.
De Memphis, Tennessee, naquele Cannonball Express
Pelo apito do trem, você o reconhecia dos demais
Passando pelas velhas plantações com seu algodão e cana
Casey Jones era seu nome.
Refrão:
Clap-clap, clap-clap, sobre os trilhos ele ia
Clap-clap, clap-clap, enfrentando chuva e neblina
Todo mundo sabia que o três-oito-dois era seu trem
Casey Jones era seu nome.
Correndo atrasado por Sardis, passando por Winona a mil
Como um raio perseguindo o trovão pelas escadas do céu
Quando ouvimos sua locomotiva gemendo e a história é contada
Casey Jones era seu nome.
Então, naquela noite fatal, ele fez sua última viagem
Perto de Vaughan, Mississippi, ele sabia que seu tempo tinha chegado
Tarde demais, ele viu a fumaça de um velho trem de carga
Agora uma lenda, Casey Jones era seu nome.
Refrão:
Clap-clap, clap-clap, sobre os trilhos ele ia
Clap-clap, clap-clap, enfrentando chuva e neblina
Todo mundo sabia que o três-oito-dois era seu trem
Casey Jones era seu nome...