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...
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel 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 five hundred miles when the day is done Night ...
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Singing good morning america how are you Saying 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 Nighttime on the city of new orleans Changing...
And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream 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 Nighttime on The City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memph...
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.CHORUSNighttime on The City of New Orleans,Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.Half way home, we'll be there by morningThrough the Mississippi darknessRolling down to the sea.And all the towns and people seemTo fade into a bad dreamAnd the ...
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. G A D Good morning America, how are you? Bm G D Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. A7 D A Bm E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans C G A D ...
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. [Chorus] G A7 D Good mornin' America, how are you? Bm G D A7 Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans ...
if only for a fleeting few moments, forgot their desperate plight.Indeed, out of such hopelessness, the slaves of New Orleans fashioned a joyful noise - a sound that led directly to the birth of jazz, rhythm and blues, and rock 'n' roll.After the end of slavery, New Orleans remained ...
And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream 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 Nighttime on The City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memph...