Представляем точный текст композиции "City Of New Orleans" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Steve Goodman . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «City Of New Orleans» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Steve Goodman передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Steve Goodman - "City Of New Orleans"
Lyrics to City Of New Orleans : Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail There all out on this southbound odyssey and the train pulls out of Kankakee rolls past the houses, farms and fields passin towns that have no names and freight yards full of old black men and the graveyards of rusted automobiles Singin good morning America, how are ya Saying dont ya know me Im your native son Yes Im the train they call the City of New Orleans and Ill be gone 500 miles when day is done And I was dealing cards with the old men in the club car And its penny a point, there aint no one keeping score Wont ya past that paper bag that holds that bottle You can feel the wheels grumbling through the floor And the sons of Pullman porters; The sons of engineers They ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel And mothers with the babes asleep go rockin to the gentle beat and the rhythm of the rails is all they dream Singin good morning America, how are ya Sayin dont ya know me Im your native son And Im the train they call the City of New Orleans Ill be gone 500 miles when day is done Nighttime on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Its halfway home and well be there by morning through the Mississippi darkness rolling to the sea And all the towns and people they seem to fade into a bad dream the old steel rails, it aint heard the news The conductor sings that song again its passengers will please refrain this trains got the disappearing railroad blues Singin its good night America, how are ya Sayin ont ya know me Im your native son and Im the train they call the City of New Orleans Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done Singin its good night America, how are ya Saying dont ya know me Im your native son Well Im the train they call the City of New Orleans And Ill be gone a long, long time when the day is done [ City Of New Orleans Lyrics ]
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