Текст песни Johnny Cash - City Of New Orleans
Johnny Cash - City Of New Orleans слова песни
Ridin` on the City of New OrleansIllinois Central, Monday mornin` rail15 cars & 15 restless ridersThree conductors, 25 sacks of mailAll along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of KankakeeRolls along past houses, farms & fieldsPassin` graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black menAnd the graveyards of rusted automobilesChorus: Good mornin` America, how are you?Don`t you know me? I`m your native son!I`m the train they call the City of New OrleansI`ll be gone 500 miles when the day is doneDealin` cards with the old men in the club carPenny a point, ain`t no one keepin` scorePass the paper bag that holds the bottleAnd feel the wheels grumblin` neath the floorAnd the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineersRide their fathers` magic carpet made of steelMothers with their babes asleep, rockin` to the gentle beatAnd the rhythm of the rails is all they feelRepeat ChorusNight time on the City of New OrleansChangin` cars in Memphis, TennesseeHalfway home, we`ll be there by mornin`Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin` down to the seaBut all the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dreamAnd the steel rail still ain`t heard the newsThe conductor sings his song again"The passengers will please refrain:This train has got the disappearin` railroad bluesRepeat Chorus