City Of New Orleans歌词-Judy Collins

City Of New Orleans歌词由Judy Collins演唱，出自专辑《Original Album Series》，下面是《City Of New Orleans》完整版歌词！

City Of New Orleans歌词完整版

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

Passing trains that have no names

Freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

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

Dealing cards with the old men in the club car

Penny a point ain't no one keeping score

Won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels rumbling neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters

And the sons of engineers

Ride their father's magic carpets made of steam

Mothers with their babes asleep

Are rocking to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream

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

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 passengers will please refrain

This train's got the disappearing railroad blues

Good night 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