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...
El nombre de Casey Jones
Hace mucho tiempo en un pueblo de Tennessee
Vivía un hombre tan grandioso como podía ser
Con el sudor de su frente ganó fortuna y fama
Casey Jones era su nombre.
Coro:
Tic-tac, tic-tac sobre los rieles iba
Tic-tac, tic-tac desafiando la lluvia y la nieve
Todos sabían que el tres ochenta y dos era su tren
Casey Jones era su nombre.
Desde Memphis, Tennessee en el Cannonball Express
Por el silbido del tren lo podías distinguir del resto
Pasando por las viejas plantaciones con su algodón y caña
Casey Jones era su nombre.
Coro:
Tic-tac, tic-tac sobre los rieles iba
Tic-tac, tic-tac desafiando la lluvia y la nieve
Todos sabían que el tres ochenta y dos era su tren
Casey Jones era su nombre.
Corriendo tarde por Sardis pasando Winona a toda velocidad
Como un rayo persiguiendo al trueno por las escaleras del cielo
Cuando escuchamos su motor gemir y la historia se cuenta
Casey Jones era su nombre.
Luego, en esa fatídica noche hizo su último viaje
Cerca de Vaughan, Mississippi sabía que su hora había llegado
Demasiado tarde vio el humo de un viejo tren de carga
Ahora una leyenda, Casey Jones era su nombre.
Coro:
Tic-tac, tic-tac sobre los rieles iba
Tic-tac, tic-tac desafiando la lluvia y la nieve
Todos sabían que el tres ochenta y dos era su tren
Casey Jones era su nombre...