Lyrics:
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' card games with the old
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' card games with the old
minutes 'till 5"
Thank you, Mr. Railroad Man
I want to watch your trains go by
Standing on a platform, smoking a cheap cigar
And waiting for an old freight
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
Dealin' card games
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.
Dealin' card games with
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
Dealin' cards
[D]riders,
Three con[Bm]ductors, and t[A]wenty five sacks of [D]mail.
We're all [Bm]out on the southbound odyssey,
As the [F#m]train pulls out
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.
Dealin' card games with
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five
dumb zkittles
Apple fritters come get em
Ticket on the low
I'm having motion like a freight train
BougHt my kid a ps5
But I really play games
Just to see
your train roll by?
Nine sixteen and two forty four, twenty five minutes ‘til five.
At nine sixteen, two forty four, twenty five minutes ‘til five
son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with the old men in
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
Dealin' card games with the old
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
rage
The sans culottes submit their great complaint
And complacent you say the wrong is now right
It's a freight train night. It's a freight train night.
she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They threw me on a freight train
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.
Dealin' card games with
a lifestyle, naked bitches on sailboats
Foreign cars on a freight train for every nigga they railroad
Rent-a-cars we road run, money longer than train smoke
I
Bill, he ain't so bad
Whupped his mama, shot his old dad.
Early one morning, standing in the rain
Round the bend come a long freight train
around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have
say names
Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train
Niggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great Dane
Try me, end up like Rolly
that other children had
I spent five years in an orphan's home but I ran off one day
And I hoboed an old freight train to San Francisco Bay
I've fought
the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed
Good morning Mister Railroad Man
What time do your trains roll by
1:15, 2:32 and 25 minutes to 5
That's 1:15, 2:32, and 25 minutes to 5
Thank you,
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