The City Of New Orleans taby ukulele według Arlo Guthrie

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Riding on the City of New Orleans
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Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
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Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
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Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail

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All along the southbound odyssey
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The train pulls out at Kankakee
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Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
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Passing trains that have no name
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Freight yards full of old black men
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And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

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Good morning America, how are you?
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Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
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I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

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Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
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Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
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Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
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Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor.

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And the sons of pullman porters
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And the sons of engineers
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Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
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Mothers with their babes asleep
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Are rockin' to the gentle beat
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And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

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Good morning America, how are you?
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Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
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I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

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Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
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Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
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Half way home, we'll be there by morning
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Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea.

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But all the towns and people seem
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To fade into a bad dream
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And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
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The conductor sings his songs again
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The passengers will please refrain
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This train got the disa-ppearing railroad blues.

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Goodnight, America, how are you?
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Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
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I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.