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

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.

City of New Orleans Lyrics Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail All along a southbound oddeusy And the train pulls out of Kankakee And rolls along past the houses, farms and feilds Passin' trains that have no names And freightyards full of old black men The grave yards of the rusted automobiles Singin' good mornin' America, how are you? Sayin' 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. Penny a point, aint no one keepin' score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle. Feel the wheels a rumblin' through the floor. And the son's of Pullman Porter's and the son's of engineers Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel And mothers with their fantasies, a rockin' to the gentle breeze And the rythym of the rail is all they feel Singin' good mornin' America, how are you? Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son. Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when they day is done. But its twilight on the City of New Orleans. Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin' Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea But 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 hius song again The passengers will pleaseain This train has got the disapearing blues Singin' good morning America, how are you? Sayin' 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.

That big eight wheeler rolling down the track Means your true loving daddy ain't coming back 'Cause I'm moving on I'll soon be gone You were flying too high for my little old sky, so I'm moving on That big loud whistle as it blew and blew Said hello to the Southland, we're coming to you And we're moving on, oh, hear my song You had the laugh on me so I've set you free and I'm moving on Mister fireman, won't you please listen to me 'Cause I got a pretty mama in Tennessee Keep moving me on, keep rolling on So shovel the coal, let this rattle a-roll and keep moving me on Mister engineer, take that throttle in hand This rattler's the fastest in the southern land To keep moving me on, keep rolling on You're gonna ease my mind, put me there on time and keep rolling on I told you, baby, from time to time But you just wouldn't listen or pay me no mind Now I'm moving on, I'm rolling on You've broken your vow and it's all over now, so I'm moving on You switched your engine, now I ain't got time For a trifling woman on my main line 'Cause I'm moving, you done your daddy wrong I've warned you twice, now you can settle the price 'cause I'm moving on But some day, baby, when you've had your play You're gonna want your daddy, but your daddy will say "Keep moving on, you stayed away too long" I'm through with you, too bad you're blue, keep moving on

Your cheatin' heart will make you weep You'll cry and cry and try to sleep But sleep won't come the whole night through Your cheatin' heart will tell on you When tears come down like fallin' rain You'll toss around and call my name You're gonna walk that floor the way I do Your cheatin' heart will tell on you Your cheatin' heart will pine some day, And crave the love, you threw away. The time will come when you'll be blue, Your cheatin' heart will tell on you. When tears come down like fallin' rain You'll toss around and call my name You're gonna walk that floor the way I do Your cheatin' heart will tell on you Your cheatin' heart will tell on you

Life has a funny way Of keeping me on my toes Oh how my shoulders ache Under the weight of my woes My tears fall On my old guitar And I just wail and weep Over softly bending strings Lovers and friends the same Everyone's fair game Everyone can hurt your heart When it all falls apart My tears fall On my old guitar Time and time again My surest friend My tears fall On my old guitar And I just wail and weep Over softly bending strings No matter where I go The music guides my soul Through all the ups and downs It can help turn me around My tears fall On my old guitar And I just wail and weep Over softly bending strings

If the wife and I are fussin', brother that's our right 'Cause me and that sweet woman's got a license to fight Why don't you mind your own business Mind your own business 'Cause if you mind your business, then you won't be mindin' mine Oh, the woman on our party line's the nosiest thing She picks up her receiver when she knows it's my ring Why don't you mind your own business Mind your own business If mind you mind your business, then you won't be mindin' mine Well, I got a little girl that wears her hair up high The boys all whistle when she walks by Why don't they mind their own business Mind their own business 'Cause if they mind their business, then they won't be mindin' mine Now if I want to honky tonk around 'til two or three Now, brother that's my headache, don't you worry 'bout me Just mind your own business Mind your own business 'Cause if you mind your business, and you won't be mindin' mine Mindin' other people's business seems to be high-toned I got all that I can do just to mind my own Why don't you mind your own business Mind your own business If you mind your business, you'll be busy all the time

I've got that old-fashioned love in my heart And there it'll always remain Like an ivy clinging vine, clinging closer all the time Through the years, and tears, just the same I got that old-fashioned faith in my heart And nothing can tear us apart And I may try to see, but there'll be no change in me I got that old-fashioned love in my heart I got that old-fashioned love in my heart And there, it shall always remain Like an ivy clinging vine, clinging closer all the time Through the years, and tears, just the same I got that old-fashioned faith in my heart And nothing will tear us apart And I may try to see, but there'll be no change in me I got that old-fashioned love in my heart And I may try to see, but there'll be no change in me I got that old-fashioned love in my heart