City of New Orleans 歌词

Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinios Central, Monday morning rail 15 cars and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail All along a southbound odyssey The train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passing trains that have no name Freight yards full of old black men The graveyards of the rusted automobiles Singing good morning America, how are you? Saying, don't you know me Im your native son? Im the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is don Dealing cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, aint no one keeping score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel And mothers with their babes asleep Rockin to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Singing good morning America, how are you? Saying dont you know me, I'm your native son? Im the train they call the City of New Orleans Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done Nighttime on the City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home and well be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea But all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still aint heard the news The conductor sings his song again The passengers will please refrain This train has got the disappearing railroad blues Singing good morning America, how are you? Saying dont you know me, I'm your native son? Im the train they call the City of New Orleans Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done