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John Denver - City Of New Orleans lyrics
John Denver Lyrics
Riding on the &;#34;City of New Orleans"Illinois Central Monday Morning RailLess fifteen cars and fifteen restless ridersThree conductors and twenty five sacks of mailsThey're out on the south-bound odissey and the train pulls out of KankokeRolling past houses, farms and fieldsPassing towns that have no names and freightyards full of old black menAnd the graveyards of the rusted automobilesSinging Good Morning A-merica. How are you?Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son?I'm the train they call "City of New Orleans".I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is doneI was dealing cards with the old man in the club carPlenty of points there ain't no one keeping scoreSay won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottleAnd feel the wheels rumbling through the floorAnd the sons of foregone porters and the sons of engineersRide their father's magic carpet made of steelAnd the days were full of restless and their dreams were full of memoriesAnd the echos of the freight train whistles clearSinging Good Morning A-merica. How are you?Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son?Yes I'm the train they call "City of New Orleans".I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is doneBut it's twilight on the city of New OrleansTalk about a pocket full of friendsHalfway home, we'll be there by morningWith no tomorrow waiting 'round of thenSinging goodbye A-merica. I love youSaying don't you know me, I'm your native son?I'm the train they call "City of New Orleans".I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is doneSinging Good Morning A-merica. How are you?Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son?Yes I'm the train they call the "City of New Orleans".I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done
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