[Titel] City Of New Orleans [Interpret] Arlo Guthrie [Vorspiel] [Kapo] [Refrain] Good morning America, how are you? Say, 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. [Bridge] Good night America, how are you? Say, 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. [Text] 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 a south bound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee, rolls along past the houses, farms and fields, passing trains that have no name and freight yards full of old black men and the graveyards of therusted automobiles. >>Refrain Dealing card games with the old men in the club car, penny a point and no one's keeping score. Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle. You can feel the wheels grumblin' 'neath the floor. The sons of pullman porters and the sons of engineers ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steal. And mothers with their babes asleep are rockin' to the gentle beat. The rhythm of the rails is all they dream. Refrain Night time on the "City of New Orleans", changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. Halfway home and we'll be there by morning. Through the Mississippi's darkness rollin' down to the sea. But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream. The steel rail rules, still ain't heard the news? the conductor sings his songs again: It's passengers will please refrain. This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues. >>Refrain [Nachspiel] [Graphik] [Fonts] Bauhaus Md BT 24 0 Bauhaus Lt BT 18 0 Arial 10 0 Arial 9 8421504