Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song City Of New Orleans, artist - John Fogerty. Album song Fogerty's Factory (Expanded), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US)
Song language: English
City Of New Orleans |
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans |
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail |
15 cars & 15 restless riders |
Three conductors, ((24)) sacks of mail |
All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of ((Kentucky)) |
Rolls along past houses, farms & fields |
Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men |
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles |
Chorus: |
Good mornin' 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 |
I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done |
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car |
Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin' score |
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle |
And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor |
And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers |
Ride their fathers' 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 |
Repeat Chorus |
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 |
But all the towns & 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 ((to disappear in)) railroad blues |
Repeat Chorus |