David Hasselhoff - City Of New Orleans Lyrics
Riding on the City of New OrleansIllinois Central Monday morning railFifteen cars and fifteen restless ridersThree conductors and twenty five sacks of mailTheir out on the southbound odysseyThe train pulls out of KankakeeRolls along past houses, farms and fieldsPassin' towns that have no namesFreightyards full of old grey menAnd the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.Singing good morning America, how are you?Don't you know me, I'm your native sonI'm the train they call the City of New OrleansI'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is doneDealin' card with the old men in the club carPenny a point, aint't no one keepin scorePass the paper bag that holds the bottleFeel the wheels rumblin 'neath the floorAnd the sons of the pullman portersAnd the sons of the engineersRide their father's magic carpets made of steelAnd the days are full of restlessAnd the dreams are full of memoriesAnd the rhythm of the rails is all they feelSinging good morning America, how are you?Don't you know me, I'm your native sonI'm the train they call the city of New OrleansI'll be gone five hundred miles before the day is doneWell, its twilight on the city of New OrleansTalk about your pocketful of friendsHalf way home and we'll be there by mornin'No tomorrow waitin' round the bendSinging good morning America, how are you?Don't you know me, I'm your native sonI'm the train they call the city of New OrleansI'll be gone five hundred miles before the day is doneSinging good night America, how are you?Don't you know me, I'm your native sonI'm the train they call the city of New OrleansI'll be gone five hundred miles before the day is done
