Riding on the city of new orleans
Illinios central, monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
All along a southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying, dont you know me Im your native son?
Im the train they call the city of new orleans
Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, aint no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floor
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
And mothers with their babes asleep
Rockin to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying dont you know me, Im your native son?
Im the train they call the city of new orleans
Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the city of new orleans
Changing cars in memphis, tennessee
Halfway home and well 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 rails still aint heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying dont you know me, Im your native son?
Im the train they call the city of new orleans
Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:05.47]Riding on the city of new orleans
[00:11.72]Illinios central, monday morning rail
[00:14.85]
[00:15.41]15 cars and 15 restless riders
[00:19.34]
[00:20.78]3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
[00:24.09]
[00:25.66]All along a southbound odyssey
[00:28.03]The train pulls out of kankakee
[00:30.16]Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
[00:34.85]
[00:36.22]Passing trains that have no name
[00:38.65]Freight yards full of old black men
[00:40.91]The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
[00:43.53]Singing good morning america, how are you?
[00:49.66]
[00:51.03]Saying, dont you know me Im your native son?
[00:55.03]
[00:55.91]Im the train they call the city of new orleans
[01:00.10]
[01:01.03]Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[01:05.35]
[01:06.40]Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
[01:10.28]
[01:11.85]Penny a point, aint no one keeping score
[01:15.16]
[01:16.22]Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
[01:20.53]
[01:21.47]Feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floor
[01:25.53]
[01:26.78]And the sons of pullman porters
[01:29.24]And the sons of engineers
[01:31.67]Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
[01:35.67]And mothers with their babes asleep
[01:39.65]Rockin to the gentle beat
[01:42.15]And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[01:45.10]
[01:46.96]Singing good morning america, how are you?
[01:50.66]
[01:51.33]Saying dont you know me, Im your native son?
[01:55.21]
[01:56.95]Im the train they call the city of new orleans
[02:00.85]
[02:02.41]Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[02:06.43]
[02:07.93]Nighttime on the city of new orleans
[02:13.50]Changing cars in memphis, tennessee
[02:17.75]
[02:18.32]Halfway home and well be there by morning
[02:21.96]
[02:23.27]Through the mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
[02:26.99]
[02:27.92]But all the towns and people seem
[02:33.44]
[02:43.82]To fade into a bad dream
[02:47.41]
[02:55.06]And the steel rails still aint heard the news
[02:58.87]The conductor sings his song again
[03:04.12]The passengers will please refrain
[03:05.66]This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
[03:06.98]Singing good morning america, how are you?
[03:07.98]Saying dont you know me, Im your native son?
[03:09.29]Im the train they call the city of new orleans
[03:10.73]Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Riding on the city of new orleans
Illinios central, monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
All along a southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying, dont you know me Im your native son?
Im the train they call the city of new orleans
Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, aint no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floor
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
And mothers with their babes asleep
Rockin to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying dont you know me, Im your native son?
Im the train they call the city of new orleans
Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the city of new orleans
Changing cars in memphis, tennessee
Halfway home and well 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 rails still aint heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying dont you know me, Im your native son?
Im the train they call the city of new orleans
Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:05.47]Riding on the city of new orleans
[00:11.72]Illinios central, monday morning rail
[00:14.85]
[00:15.41]15 cars and 15 restless riders
[00:19.34]
[00:20.78]3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
[00:24.09]
[00:25.66]All along a southbound odyssey
[00:28.03]The train pulls out of kankakee
[00:30.16]Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
[00:34.85]
[00:36.22]Passing trains that have no name
[00:38.65]Freight yards full of old black men
[00:40.91]The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
[00:43.53]Singing good morning america, how are you?
[00:49.66]
[00:51.03]Saying, dont you know me Im your native son?
[00:55.03]
[00:55.91]Im the train they call the city of new orleans
[01:00.10]
[01:01.03]Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[01:05.35]
[01:06.40]Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
[01:10.28]
[01:11.85]Penny a point, aint no one keeping score
[01:15.16]
[01:16.22]Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
[01:20.53]
[01:21.47]Feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floor
[01:25.53]
[01:26.78]And the sons of pullman porters
[01:29.24]And the sons of engineers
[01:31.67]Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
[01:35.67]And mothers with their babes asleep
[01:39.65]Rockin to the gentle beat
[01:42.15]And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[01:45.10]
[01:46.96]Singing good morning america, how are you?
[01:50.66]
[01:51.33]Saying dont you know me, Im your native son?
[01:55.21]
[01:56.95]Im the train they call the city of new orleans
[02:00.85]
[02:02.41]Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[02:06.43]
[02:07.93]Nighttime on the city of new orleans
[02:13.50]Changing cars in memphis, tennessee
[02:17.75]
[02:18.32]Halfway home and well be there by morning
[02:21.96]
[02:23.27]Through the mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
[02:26.99]
[02:27.92]But all the towns and people seem
[02:33.44]
[02:43.82]To fade into a bad dream
[02:47.41]
[02:55.06]And the steel rails still aint heard the news
[02:58.87]The conductor sings his song again
[03:04.12]The passengers will please refrain
[03:05.66]This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
[03:06.98]Singing good morning america, how are you?
[03:07.98]Saying dont you know me, Im your native son?
[03:09.29]Im the train they call the city of new orleans
[03:10.73]Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done