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Willie Nelson Miscellaneous City Of New Orleans (1984) 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 All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee And rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passing 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 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 Dealing cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point ain't no one keeping score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels grumbling neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel Mothers with their babes a sleep rocking to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rail 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 Nighttime on the city of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee Halfway home and we'll be there by morning Thru the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rail still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his song again the passengers will please refrain This trains got the disappearing railroad blues 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 |
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