Contactez-nous

• Artiste: David Hasselhoff
• Titre: City Of New Orleans
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
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 Their out on the southbound odyssey The train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin' towns that have no names Freightyards full of old grey men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Singing 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 with the old men in the club car Penny a point, aint't no one keepin score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rubmlin neath the floor And the sons of the pullman porters And the sons of the engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel And the days are full of restless And the dreams are full of memories And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Singing 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 before the day is done Well, its twilight on the city of New Orleans Talk about your pocketful of friends Half way home and we'll be there by mornin' No tomorrow waitin' round the bend Singing 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 before the day is done Singing 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 before the day is done