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Текст песни Hank Snow - City Of New Orleans

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Ridin` on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail15 cars and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 24 sacks of mailAll along the southbound odyssey the train rolls out of KankakeeAnd moves along past houses farms and fieldsPassin` trains that have no name and switchyards full of old black menOf graveyards full of rusted automobilesGood mornin` America how are you say don`t ya know me I`m your native sonI`m a train they call the City of New OrleansI`ll be gone 500 miles when the day is doneDealin` cards with an old man on the club car many a point nobody`s keepin` scoreHey now pass that paper bag that holds the bottleAnd feel the wheels a rumblin` neath the floorAnd the sons of poor men porters and the sons of engineersRide their daddy`s magic carpet made of steelMothers with their babies asleep rockin` to that gentle beatAnd the rhythm of the rails is all they feelNight time on the City of New Orleans changin` cars in Memphis TennesseeHalf way home and we`ll be there by mornin`Through the Mississippi darkness rollin` down to the seaAnd all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dreamAnd the steel rails still ain`t heard the newsThe conductor sings his song again the passengers will please refrainThis train`s got the disappearin` railroad blues

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