City of New Orleans (Live At CBS Records Convention, Nashville, Tenn, 1973) - Johnny Cash

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.

I feel like a millionaire I feel like a millionaire Whenever she comes around Whenever I hear that sound I feel like a millionaire I feel like a millionaire Whenever she comes around Whenever I hear that sound She smell like money when she walk by All heat, no smoke, but she on fire If they suicide doors, then she gon' ride She got that passport pussy 'cause she don't fly, no love She gon' make you pay to see you work it She only twerk it for a Birkin I gotta see if shawty worth it Hey, she must be the money I feel like a millionaire (uh huh) I feel like a millionaire (uh huh) Whenever she comes around (uh huh) Whenever I hear that sound I feel like a millionaire (uh huh) I feel like a millionaire (uh huh) Whenever she comes around Whenever I hear that sound Shawty work her way, the way she go down Shawty worth her weight, her weight in gold pounds Call me young money, put that milli on me She the reason why I keep a milli on me Shawty work her way, the way she go down Shawty worth her weight, her weight in gold pounds Call me young money, put that milli on me 'Cause she the reason why I keep a milli on me, yeah She gon' make you pay to see you work it She only twerk it for a Birkin Let me see if shawty worth it Hey, she must be the money She must be the money Shawty looking like money I feel like a millionaire I feel like a millionaire Whenever she comes around Whenever I hear that sound I feel like a millionaire (uh huh) I feel like a millionaire (uh huh) Whenever she comes around Whenever I hear that sound I feel like a I feel like a I feel like a I feel like a millionaire I feel like a millionaire I feel like a millionaire Whenever she comes around Whenever I hear that sound

Ten times out of ten, you know I'd do it all again Even though I know exactly how it's gonna end I've seen the world, I've done it all and I've lost a couple friends But that's life, that's life So fuck it, let's just go another night You know the grass is only greener in your mind This 42 won't drink itself and I don't need nobody else And that's life, that's life That's la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-life That's la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-life That's la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-life That's la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-life (that's life) Ten times out of ten, I swear there's nothing I would change What's the point pretending when we all go out the same? We light it up, we drink it down, we try to ease the pain And that's life, that's life So fuck it, let's just go another night You know the grass is only greener in your mind This 42 won't drink itself and I don't need nobody else And that's life, that's life That's la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-life That's la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-life That's la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-life That's la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-life (that's life) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-life This 42 won't drink itself and I don't need nobody else And that's life, that's life Ten times out of ten, you know I'd do it all again Even though I know exactly how it's gonna end I've seen the world, I've done it all and I've lost a couple friends But that's life, that's life