The Easter Tapes version! :)
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
Out on the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And it rolls past houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America, how are you
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
And I was dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't nobody keepin' score
Pass that paper back that holds that bottle
Feel the wheels crumblin' beneath the floor
The sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their daddy's magic carpet made of steam
And mothers with the babes asleep
Go rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream
Good morning, America, how are you
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 Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling to the sea
All the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings that song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues
Good night, America, how are you
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 night America, how are you
Don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
Gone a long, long time when the day is done
oh my god this is fantastic.
evilthesaurus 3 months ago