Roch Voisine
Roch Voisine - City Of New Orleans/Salut Les Amoureux lyrics
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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 Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And feel the wheels grumbling down 'neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of the engineers Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel 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 And 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 Halfway 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 rail still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his song again, the passengers will please refrain "This train has got the disappearing railroad blues" 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 And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done 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 And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done