Текст песни City of New Orleans - Willie Nelson

Ridin' on the 'City of New Orleans'
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors and 25 sacks of mail

All along the southbound Odyssey, the train pulled out at Kankakee
It rolls along past houses, farms, and fields
Passing trains that have no name and freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning 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 500 miles, when the day is done

Dealing cards with the old man in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porter's and the sons of engineers
Ride their father's 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

Good morning 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 500 miles when the day is done

Nighttime on the 'City of New Orleans'
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, rollin' 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 disappearing railroad blues

Good morning 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 500 miles when the day is done