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Letra actual de la canción
City of New Orleans Lyrics<br /><br />Ridin' on the City of New Orleans<br />Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail<br />There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders<br />3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail<br /><br />All along a southbound oddeusy<br />And the train pulls out of Kankakee<br />And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields<br />Passin' towns that have no names <br />And freightyards full of old black men<br />The grave yards of the rusted automobiles<br /><br />Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?<br />Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son?<br />I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans<br />I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.<br /><br />Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car. <br />Penny a point, aint no one keepin' score<br />Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle.<br />Feel the wheels a rumblin' through the floor. <br /><br />And the son's of Pullman Porter's and the son's of engineers<br />Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel<br />And mothers with their fantasies, a rockin' to the gentle breeze<br />And the rythym of the rail is all they feel<br /><br />Singin' good mornin' America, how are you? <br />Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son. <br />Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans<br />I'll be gone 500 miles when they day is done.<br /><br />But its twilight on the City of New Orleans.<br />Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee<br />Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin' <br />Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea<br /><br />But all the towns and people seem<br />To fade into a bad dream<br />And the steel rails still ain't heard the news<br />The conductor sings hius song again<br />The passengers will please refrain<br />This train has got the disapearing blues<br /><br />Singin' good morning America, how are you?<br />Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son?<br />I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans<br />I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
Letra nueva de la canción
City of New Orleans Lyrics<br /><br />Ridin' on the City of New Orleans<br />Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail<br />There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders<br />3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail<br /><br />All along a southbound oddeusy<br />And the train pulls out of Kankakee<br />And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields<br />Passin' towns that have no names <br />And freightyards full of old black men<br />The grave yards of the rusted automobiles<br /><br />Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?<br />Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son?<br />I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans<br />I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.<br /><br />Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car. <br />Penny a point, aint no one keepin' score<br />Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle.<br />Feel the wheels a rumblin' through the floor. <br /><br />And the son's of Pullman Porter's and the son's of engineers<br />Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel<br />And mothers with their fantasies, a rockin' to the gentle breeze<br />And the rythym of the rail is all they feel<br /><br />Singin' good mornin' America, how are you? <br />Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son. <br />Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans<br />I'll be gone 500 miles when they day is done.<br /><br />But its twilight on the City of New Orleans.<br />Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee<br />Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin' <br />Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea<br /><br />But all the towns and people seem<br />To fade into a bad dream<br />And the steel rails still ain't heard the news<br />The conductor sings hius song again<br />The passengers will please refrain<br />This train has got the disapearing blues<br /><br />Singin' good morning America, how are you?<br />Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son?<br />I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans<br />I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
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