Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail 15 cars and 15 restless riders Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail On the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms & fields Passin' trains that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of 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 I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car A penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And feel the wheels grumblin' 'neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' 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 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 500 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' Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rail still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his song 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 500 miles when the day is done

Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields. Passin' trains that have no names, Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Good morning America how are you? 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. Dealin' card games 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 rumblin' 'neath the floor. And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel. Mothers with their babes asleep, Are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. Nighttime on The City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. Half way home, we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness Rolling down to the sea. And 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 song again, The passengers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues. Good night, America, how are you? 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

Ridin' on the 'City of New Orleans' Illinois Central, Monday morning rail, Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail On a long southbound, hard to see (?) the train pull down at Kentucky It rolls along past houses farms and fields Passing trains that have no names and Freight yards full them old black bins (?) And the graveyards of 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 (?), ain't no one keepin' it slow Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumble beneath the floor (?) Ride your 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 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 Nighttime on the 'City of New Orleans" Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home, we'll be there by morning Thru the Mississippi darkness, rollin' down to the sea But all the towns that people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't hurt to do The conductor sings his songs again The passengers will (?) The train has got the dissappearing railroad bloom 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

Ajan yössä, tulen tuolta kaukaa. Silmät turtuu, selkää kolottaa. Uinuu Putaa, Konginkangas, Laukaa. Yössä kylän läpi jyrään, melkein nolottaa. Kun toiset nukkuu vuoteessaan, Mä usvaa putkeen panen vaan. Kumi laulaa, ääni on se työn. Rekka vetää niin kuin viimeistään. Mä tutun taukopaikan nään. Ja siellä juustosämpylän vain syön. Hei huomenta Suomi, hyvin pyyhkii. Sun poikas valvoo taas ja ahkeroi. Herrat Helsingissä lavan alla nyyhkii. Minä tein sen minkä aikamies vain voi. Tutun turbon vihellyksen kuulen. Äänellään se mielen kohentaa. Ujellus kuin rajun myrskytuulen. Sitä desibelipellet koittaa ohentaa. Kun toiset nukkuu vuoteessaan, Mä usvaa putkeen panen vaan. Kumi laulaa, ääni on se työn. Rekka vetää niin kuin viimeistään. Mä vihdoin määränpääni nään. Ja rahtikirjat tiskille taas lyön. Hei huomenta Suomi, hyvin pyyhkii. Sun poikas valvoi taas ja ahkeroi. Herrat Helsingissä lavan alla nyyhkii. Minä tein sen minkä aikamies vain voi. Ajan yössä, tulen tuolta kaukaa. Silmät turtuu, selkää kolottaa. Uinuu Putaa, Konginkangas, Laukaa. Yössä kylän läpi jyrään, melkein nolottaa. Kun toiset nukkuu vuoteessaan, Mä usvaa putkeen panen vaan. Kumi laulaa, ääni on se työn. Rekka vetää niin kuin viimeistään. Mä tutun taukopaikan nään. Ja siellä juustosämpylän vain syön. Hei huomenta Suomi, hyvin pyyhkii. Sun poikas valvoi taas ja ahkeroi. Herrat Helsingissä lavan alla nyyhkii. Minä tein sen minkä aikamies vain voi. Minä tein sen minkä aikamies vain voi.

This song was first released on the Farewell Andromeda Album. It is the only album it has been released on. On a snow covered night Up in Eastern Wyoming Another lazy day Lookin' for the sun In a draughty old cabin Outside a whiskey basin Another shining light And a good man on the run There's a lady back in Laramie And her reason no one else can see For him to spend The winter on his own Nothing much for him to do tomorrow Just a matter of survival Another friendly fight In a life chocked full of fun Yodalling It's a special kind of medicine And all that you can do is win Though it tastes so sweet You can refuse Put your heart on the table Fill your fountain with moonshine Another empty case of The Whiskey Basin Blues Yodalling Words and music by John Denver

I had an uncle named Matthew He was his father's only boy Born just south of Colby, Kansas He was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky All the stories that he told me Back when I was just a lad All the memories that he gave me All the good times that he had Growin' up a Kansas farm boy Life was mostly havin' fun Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a view beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky Well, I guess there were some hard times And I'm told some years were lean They had a storm in forty-seven A twister came and stripped them clean He lost the farm and lost his family He lost the wheat and lost his home But he found a family Bible Faith as solid as a stone Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky So he came to live at our house And he came to work the land He came to ease my daddy's burden And he came to be my friend So I wrote this down for Matthew And it's for him the song is sung Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a mule beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field Blue's just a Kansas summer sky Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue's just a Kansas summer sky

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style In the air, there's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing, people passing Meeting smile after smile And on every street corner, you'll hear Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmastime in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmastime in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day Soon it will be Christmas day

The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth The wind is the hand of our father the sky The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings The weaper of darkness, the bringer of dawn The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow The wind is the singer who sang the first song The wind is a twister of anger and warning The wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running The sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day The wind knows the songs of the cities and canyons The thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea The wind is the taker and giver of mornings The wind is the symbol of all that is free So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers Follow her summons when she calls again In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind

Josie works the counter at the downtown five and dime Anything at all to help her pass the time Her mama keeps the baby and grandpa rambles on About the good times playing in his mind It's a hard life livin' when you're lonely It's a long night sleepin' alone It's a hard time waitin' for tomorrow It's a long, long way home Josie spends the evening with the people on the pages Of the paperback she picked up at the store Or sometimes it's the TV or she'll try to write a letter, whoa But they don't come too often anymore It's a hard life livin' when you're lonely It's a long night sleepin' alone It's a hard time waitin' for tomorrow It's a long, long way home I stare at the gray walls before me And I see her face in the stone I try to imagine our baby I wish they would let me go home I wish they would let me go home I wish they would let me go home It's a hard life livin' when you're lonely (I wish they would let me go home) It's a long night sleepin' alone (I wish they would let me go home) It's a hard time waitin' for tomorrow (I wish they would let me go home) It's a long, long way home (I wish they would let me go home) It's a long, long way home (I wish they would let me go home) Bring me and the other boys home (I wish they would let me go home) Bring me and the other boys home