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letra de city of new orleans - the country gentlemen

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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 at kankakee
rolls along past houses, farms and fields
p-ssin’ trains that have no names
freight yards full of old grey men
and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

chorus:
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

dealin’ card games with the old men in the club car
penny a point ain’t no one keepin’ score
p-ss the paper bag that holds the bottle
feel the wheels rumblin’ ‘neath the floor
and the sons of pullman porters
and the sons of engineers
ride their father’s magic carpets made of steel
mothers with their babes asleep
are rockin’ to the gentle beat
and the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

chorus

nighttime on the city of new orleans
changing cars in memphis, tennessee
half way home, we’ll be there by morning
through the mississippi darkness
rolling down to the sea
and 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 his song again
the p-ssengers will please refrain
this train’s got the disappearing railroad blues

good night, america, i love 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

- the country gentlemen

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