City Of New Orleans — текст песни (Hank Snow)





Ridin` on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 24 sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train rolls out of Kankakee
And moves along past houses farms and fields
Passin` trains that have no name and switchyards full of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles
Good mornin` America how are you say don`t ya know me I`m your native son
I`m a train they call the City of New Orleans
I`ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin` cards with an old man on the club car many a point nobody`s keepin` score
Hey now pass that paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels a rumblin` neath the floor
And the sons of poor men porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their daddy`s magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babies asleep rockin` to that gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Night time on the City of New Orleans changin` cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home and we`ll be there by mornin`
Through the Mississippi darkness rollin` 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 disappearin` railroad blues



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