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City of New Orleans (Live at Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY - March 1990) - 公路狂徒合唱团
Written by：Steve Goodman
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors 25 sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
And rolls along past houses farms and fields
Passin' graves that have no name freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
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
And I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels grumblin' 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 asleep rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
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 500 miles when the day is done
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
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues
Good mornin' 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 500 miles when the day is done
And I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
And I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
