NMMNG
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Sun Sep-11-05 01:41 AM
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The City of New Orleans (song) |
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This suddenly popped into my head out of the blue:
The City of New Orleans by Steve Goodman
Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields. Passin' trains that have no names, Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
CHORUS: 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.
Dealin' card games 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 rumblin' 'neath the floor. And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel. Mothers with their babes asleep, Are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
CHORUS
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. Half way home, we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness Rolling down to the sea. And 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 song again, The passengers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.
Good night, 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.
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Sun Sep-11-05 01:43 AM
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1. Steve Goodman was one of the good ones |
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very underrated songwriter..
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Heidi
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Sun Sep-11-05 01:49 AM
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2. That's one of my favorites, Buffy . . . Here's another: |
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Dixie Flyier by Randy Newman
I was born right here, november ’43 My dad was a captain in the army Fighting the germans in sicily. My poor little momma Didn’t know a soul in l.a. So we went down to the union station and made our getaway. Got on the dixie flyer bound for new orleans Across the state of texas to the land of dreams. On the dixie flyer bound for new orleans Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams. Her own mother came to meet us at the station, Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine She cried when her little girl got off the train. Her brothers and her sisters drove down from jackson, mississippi In a great green hudson driven by a gentile they knew. Drinkin’ rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat Tryin’ to do like the gentiles do Christ, they wanted to be gentiles, too. Who wouldn’t down there, wouldn’t you? An american christian, God damn! On the dixie flyer bound for new orleans Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams On the dixie flyer bound for new orleans Across the state of texas to the land of dreams Across the state of texas to the land of dreams.
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Sun Sep-11-05 01:54 AM
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The people in this song went from TX to NO, now the people of NO are going to TX (if only temporarily). :cry:
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Sun Sep-11-05 01:56 AM
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4. Randy Newman's a genius, in my opinion, |
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and extremely under-rated. People only remember him for "Short People," but he has a beautiful body of work.
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