The City of New Orleans

歌詞

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail There's 15 cars and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail They're out on a southbound oddeusy And the train pulls out of Kankakee Rollin' past the houses farms and feilds Passin' towns that have no names And freightyards full of old gray men The grave yards of rusted automobiles Singin' good mornin'America how are you Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done I was dealin' cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, there aint no one keepin' score Say, won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Yeah, and feel the wheels a rumblin' through the floor And the son's of Pullman Porter's and the son's of engineers Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel And the days are full of restless and the dreams are full of memories And the echos of the freight train whistle's squeel Singin' good mornin' America how are you Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when they day is done But its twilight on the City of New Orleans Talk about your pocket full of friends Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin' With no tomorrow waitin' around the bend Sayin' Good night America I love you Singin' don't you know me I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Singin' good morning America how are you Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done