คอร์ด เนื้อเพลง City Of New Orleans Arlo Guthrie Chordza
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 the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
* 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
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Night time on the City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues.
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
* 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
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Night time on the City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues.