City of New Orleans

City Of New Orleans - Johnny Cash (約翰尼·卡什)

Ridin' on the city of New Orleans

Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail

15 cars 15 restless riders

Three conductors and 24 sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey the train rolls out of Kankakee

And moves along past houses farms fields

Passin' trains that have no name

And switch yards full of old black men

And graveyards of rusted automobiles

Good mornin' America how are you

Say don't you know me I'm your native son

I'm a 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 and nobody's keepin' score

Hey now pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

And feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters the sons of engineers

Ride their daddys' magic carpet made of steel

Mothers with their babes asleep rockin' to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good mornin' America how are you

Say don't you know me I'm your native son

I'm a train they call the city of New Orleans

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Is night time on the city of New Orleans

Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee

Halfway home we'll be there by mornin'

Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down

To the sea

And all the towns all the 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 disappearin' railroad blues

Good mornin' America how are you

Say don't you know me I'm your native son

I'm a train they call the city of New Orleans

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done