Testo City of new orleans C.W. McCall

City of new orleans

(steve goodman)

Ridin on the city of new orleans
Illinois central monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Two conductors and a-twenty-five sacks a mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at kankakee
And moves on along past houses, farms and fields
Passin trains what aint got no names
Switch yards full a old black men
And the graveyards full of them rusted automobiles

[chorus]
Good mornin america, how are ya?
Well, a dontcha know me? Im your native son
Im the train they call the city of new orleans
And Ill be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

A-dealin cards with an old man down in the club car
Just a penny a point aint a-nobody keepin score
Say wont you pass that there paper bag thats a-wrappin the bottle
Feel them wheels rumblin under that floor
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their daddys magical carpet made out of steel
Mamas with their babies asleepin
Are rockin to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rockin rails is all they feel

[chorus]
Good mornin america, how are ya?
Well, a dontcha know me? Im your native son
Im the train they call the city of new orleans
And Ill be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Night-time on the city of new orleans
A-changin cars a-down in memphis, tennessee
Well, a half way home, and a we gonna be there by mornin
Through the mississippi darkness
Rollin down to that sea
Now all a them towns and all the people seem
To fade away into a bad ol dream
But the steel rail, well he still aint heard that news
Conductors a-singin that song again
Sayin passengers will please refrain
This train done got the disappearin railroad blues

[chorus]
Good night america, how are ya?
Well, a dontcha know me? Im your native son
Im the train they call the city of new orleans
And Ill be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

[fade out.]
Mamas with their babies asleepin
Are rockin to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rockin rails is all they feel

Mamas with their babies asleepin
Are rockin to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rockin rails is all they feel

Yeah.