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Intro :
Ridin'on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday mornin'rail
fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the south bound odyssey
the train pulls out at Kankakee
rolls along past houses farms and fields.
Passing trains that have no name
and freight yards full of old black men
and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
[Refrain :]
Good mornin'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'cards to the old men in the club car
penny a point ain't no one keepin'score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
and feel the wheels rumblin''neath the floor.
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
ride their fathers'magic carpets made of steel
mothers with their babes asleep are rockin'to the gentle beat
and the rythm of the wheels is all they feel
[Refrain]
(instrumental)
Night time on The City of New Orleans
changin'cars in Memphis Tennessee
halfway home we'll be there by mornin'
through the Mississippi darkness rollin'down to the sea.
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
the steel rail still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again : "Passengers will please Refrain !"
The train has got the disapp'rin'railroad blues.
[Refrain]
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(moins de barrés)