City of New Orleans by Steve Goodman

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City of New Orleans by Steve Goodman

Postby anon » Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:30 am

<!--EZCODE AUTOLINK START--><a href="http://fistfulofeuros.net/archives/001832.php">fistfulofeuros.net/archives/001832.php</a><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK END--><br>September 01, 2005 <br>The City Of New Orleans<br>by Edward<br>While I was setting up a live sparring match between George W Bush and Tim Worstall over at New Economist I realised that George made his original provocative remarks on a show called Good Morning America. This put me back in mind of an old Steve Goodman song (Arloe Guthrie or Willy Nelson version, it’s the same to me), called City of New Orleans which has been going the rounds in my head over the last 24 hours. So, since I’m helpless to do very much for those poor folks stuck in all that water, here’s at least a little tribute.<br><br>Riding on the City of New Orleans,<br>Illinois Central Monday morning rail<br>Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,<br>Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.<br>All along the southbound odyssey<br>The train pulls out at Kankakee<br>Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.<br>Passin’ trains that have no names,<br>Freight yards full of old black men<br>And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.<br><br>CHORUS:<br>Good morning America how are you?<br>Don’t you know me I’m your native son,<br>I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,<br>I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.<br><br>Dealin’ card games with the old men in the club car.<br>Penny a point ain’t no one keepin’ score.<br>Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle<br>Feel the wheels rumblin’ ’neath the floor.<br>And the sons of pullman porters<br>And the sons of engineers<br>Ride their father’s magic carpets made of steel.<br>Mothers with their babes asleep,<br>Are rockin’ to the gentle beat<br>And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.<br><br>CHORUS<br><br>Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,<br>Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.<br>Half way home, we’ll be there by morning<br>Through the Mississippi darkness<br>Rolling down to the sea.<br>And all the towns and people seem<br>To fade into a bad dream<br>And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news.<br>The conductor sings his song again,<br>The passengers will please refrain<br>This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues.<br><br>Good night, America, how are you?<br>Don’t you know me I’m your native son,<br>I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,<br>I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.<br><br>Comments<br>Nice Tribute.<br><br>Posted by: TH (Bavarian in Exile) at September 1, 2005 08:50 PM <p></p><i></i>
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