Текст песни «Guthrie Arlo - City Of New Orleans»

Name CITY OF NEW ORLEANS
Interpret Arlo Guthrie
Jahr ?
Schreib„r trad.

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail.
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
three conductors and twentyfife sacks of mail.
All along the southbound Odyssey,
the train pulls out to Kan Kakee,
rolls past the houses, farms and fields.
Passin' towns that have no name,
freight yards full of old black men,
and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning, America. How are you?
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 fivehundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the old man in the club-car
Penny up Oney, none keep in stock
Pass the paper back, that holds the bottle
you can feel the wheels, grumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of Foreman Harders and the sons of the engeneers
Ride their Father's magic carpet made of steel,
Mothers sweep their babies to sleep
rocking on the gentle beat
and the rythm of the rails is all they feel.

Good morning, America ...

Night time on the City of New Orleans,
changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home and 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,
the steal-rail still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
the passengers will please refrain.
This train got to dissapear in the railroad-blues.

Good night, America ...