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CHORUS:
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland ore the hills and by the shore hear the rush of the mighty engine hear the lonesome hobos call he's riding through the jungle on the Wabash cannon ball VERSE now the western states are dandies so the southern people say from Chicago and St. Louis and Peoria by the way to the lake of Minnesota where the rippling waters flow no chances to be taken on the Wabash cannon ball VERSE she pulled in to the station one cold December day as she rolled up to the platform you could hear all the people say now theirs a gal from Birmingham she's Elong and she's tall she came down from Georgia on the Wabash cannon ball VERSE now heres to daddy claxton may his name forever stand and always be remembered in the courts of all the land his earthly race is over and as the curtain falls we'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash cannon ball Wabash Cannonball |
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| 1:57 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:16 |
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| 4:49 |
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Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the south-bound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee And rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin' trains that have no names And freight yards full of old black men And the grave-yards of the 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 five-hundred miles when the day is done Dealin' cards 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 grumblin' 'neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers Ride their father's 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 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 five-hundred 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 rails still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his songs again The passengers will please refrain This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues. Goodnight 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 five-hundred miles when the day is done |
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| 4:01 |
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I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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| 2:57 |
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| 4:34 |
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Oh that last train done left town
That train done left town I heard the whistle moanin' low But that last train done gone down Whoohooo My sweet baby's on that train My sweet baby's on that train I wonder if I will see her again But that last train done gone down Whoohooo I'm sorry for what I've done I'm sorry for what I've done Goodbye, goodbye my baby cry 'Cause that last train gone down Whoohoo Oh that last train's done gone done That last train done gone down To late, too late, my baby cry But that last train done gone down Whoohoo |
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| 2:48 |
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