Lirik Lagu City Of New Orleans - Guthrie Arlo
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Riding on the City of New Orleans,Illinois Central, monday morning rail,fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail.All along the southbound Odysseythe train pulls out of Kankakeeand rolls along the houses, farms and fields,passing towns that had no namesand freight yards full of old black menand the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Good morning America, how are you?Say 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' card games with the old man in the club car,penny a point and no one's keepin' score,pass the paper bag that holds the bottle,you can feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor.And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineersride their father's magic carpet made of steelmothers with their babies asleepare rockin' to the gentle beatand the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Good morning America, how are you?Say 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.
Night-time on the City of New Orleanschanging cars in Memphis, Tennesseehalfway home, we'll be there by morningthrough the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea.But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dreamand the steel rail hasn't heard the newsthe conductor sings his songs again,it's passengers will please refrain,this train's got the disappearin' railroad blues.
Good night America, how are you?Say 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.
Good morning America, how are you?Say 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' card games with the old man in the club car,penny a point and no one's keepin' score,pass the paper bag that holds the bottle,you can feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor.And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineersride their father's magic carpet made of steelmothers with their babies asleepare rockin' to the gentle beatand the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Good morning America, how are you?Say 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.
Night-time on the City of New Orleanschanging cars in Memphis, Tennesseehalfway home, we'll be there by morningthrough the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea.But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dreamand the steel rail hasn't heard the newsthe conductor sings his songs again,it's passengers will please refrain,this train's got the disappearin' railroad blues.
Good night America, how are you?Say 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.
