文本歌词

City of New Orleans - Arizona
Ridin' on the city of new Orleans
Illinois central monday mornin' rail
There's 15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors and 25 sacks of mail
All along a southbound oddeusy
And the train pulls out of kankakee
And rolls along past the houses farms and feilds
Passin' trains that have no names
And freightyards full of old black men
And grave yards of the rusted automobiles
Good mornin' America how are you
Sayin' 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 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumblin' the floor
And the son's of pullman porter's
And the son's of engineers
Ride their's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their they besli
Rockin' to the gentle breeze
And the rythym of the rail is all they feel
Good mornin' America how are you
Sayin' 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 500 miles when they day is done
Night time on the city of new Orleans
Changing cars in memphis tennesee
Half way home and we'll be there by mornin'
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 rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings hius song again
The passengers will pleaseain
This train has got the disapearing blues
Good morning America how are you
Sayin' 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 500 miles still day is done