City of New Orleans Songtext

von Hank Snow

Worum geht es in dem Song?

"City of New Orleans" ist ein Song über eine Zugreise von Chicago nach New Orleans. Der Sänger beschreibt die Menschen u...

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 of Kankakee
And moves along past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name
And freighyards full of old black men
And the graveyards full of rusted automobiles.

Good morning America how are ya
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 five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealing card games with the old man in the club car
Many a point and no one keeping score
Pass that paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floor.

And the sons of poor men porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep rocking to that gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

Good morning America how are ya
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 five hundred miles when the day is done.

Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.

But 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 morning America how are ya
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm a train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done...