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And all the thousand people seem to fade into a bad dream.
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream.
Fifteen cars and fifteen wrestlin' spiders
Three conductors and twenty-five sock in May.
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
Graveyards full of old black men.
Freight yards full of old black men.
I'm the plain they call the city of New Orleans
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
Won't you b*** me and my teenage son?
Don't you know me, I'm your native son.
All along the southbound hard to sea
The train pulls out to Kentucky.
All along the southbound Odyssey
The train pulls out to Kankakee.
All along the southbound on the sea
The train pulls out of Cranky Quay
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kankakee
Don't you know me, I'm your naked son
Don't you know me, I'm your native son
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors on twenty five cents a day
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail
Fifteen cars and fifteen wrestler's idols
Three conductors and twenty five Saxon men
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail
We conducted twenty-five sets of men
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
Freakin' doctors, and twenty-five sacks of mail
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
The train pulls out again for keeps.
[Later]
And the sons of Old Man Porter's.
The train pulls out of Kankakee.
[Later]
And the sons of Pullman Porters.
And the sons of poor men's daughters
And the sons of Pullman Porters.
Feelin' cocky with the old men in the club car
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
Feelin' cocky with the old men in the plug car
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
Good morning, Amelia Earhart
Good morning, America, how are you?
Good morning, America, how old are you?
Good morning, America, how are you?
I'm your native thunder
or
I'm your native sun
or
I'm your native song
I'm your native son
Rockin' Doctor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain