Iris Dement Lyrics
Iris Dement Lyrics
"City Of New Orleans Lyrics"
Sun In The Sky Lyrics
Outside Drilling tunnels in the rain Sometimes Not even thinking of your pain My face shield slips again The light shines through into my brain But the screaming not hurting yet Sun, sun in the sky
Ridin' on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail
Out on the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kakakee
And it rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Good morning, America, how are you?
Say, don't
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 nobody 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 daddy's magic carpet make of steel
Mothers with thei
Are 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
Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home and we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' d
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 that song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues
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
Outside Drilling tunnels in the rain Sometimes Not even thinking of your pain My face shield slips again The light shines through into my brain But the screaming not hurting yet Sun, sun in the sky
Ridin' on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail
Out on the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kakakee
And it rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Good morning, America, how are you?
Say, don't
After Arguments Lyrics
Deathbeds and guarded borders Bedpans and doctors orders Move on and leave the weak behind Back stabs and painted on smiles It's easier to die admired From here there is no turning back Fall out of focus A
you know me, I'm your native sonDeathbeds and guarded borders Bedpans and doctors orders Move on and leave the weak behind Back stabs and painted on smiles It's easier to die admired From here there is no turning back Fall out of focus A
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 nobody 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 daddy's magic carpet make of steel
Mothers with thei
Vulcan Lyrics
Fuck you and your stupid smile You make me want to strangle you Fuck you and your disco flavor Hot sauce on your snake skin boots Hey you forgot your rag bag Your sixty-nine sedan Hey you fucking fag hag
r babes asleepFuck you and your stupid smile You make me want to strangle you Fuck you and your disco flavor Hot sauce on your snake skin boots Hey you forgot your rag bag Your sixty-nine sedan Hey you fucking fag hag
Are 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
Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home and we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' d
When The Blue Hour Comes Lyrics
Orbison/ Crowell The good times are all gone The night keeps coming on so strong You can't hold on, no matter what you do Will there be someone who cares for you When the blue hour comes? When the b
own to the seaOrbison/ Crowell The good times are all gone The night keeps coming on so strong You can't hold on, no matter what you do Will there be someone who cares for you When the blue hour comes? When the b
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 that song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues
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
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