paroles de chanson City Of New Orleans - Live at The Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, CA - April 30, 2023 - Nathaniel Rateliff

Ridin' on the, "City of New Orleans"
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' 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, at Kankakee
And rolls along, past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains, that have no names
And freight yards, full of old, black men
Grave-yards, of the rusted automobiles

Good mornin' 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"
And I'll be gone, five-hundred 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
Feel the wheels grumbling', 'neath the floor

And the sons, of Pullman porters, and the sons, of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet, made of steel
Mothers, with their babies asleep, rockin', to the gentle beat
And the rhythm, of the rails, is all they feel

Good mornin' 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

Night time, on the "City of New Orleans"
Changin' cars, in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there, by mornin'
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, ain't heard the news
The conductor sings, his songs again
The passengers, will please, refrain
This train, has got the disappearin' railroad blues

Good mornin' 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

Happy birthday, Willie!
We love ya!