Before the song goes off We both know it's been too long Show me just how you feel So good to see you here Back like we used to This time I won't lose you I still adore you You were always loyal I'm gon' show you just how I 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 Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

And that ain't good The way he should I've got it bad Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well I'm so mad about him I can't live without him Never treats me sweet and gentle My poor heart is so sentimental

All Through The Day, I dream about the night, Down smiles the moon, The kiss, I dreamed of, Here with you. I wish away the time, Until the time, When I'm here with you. Down falls the sun,

I'm the king of sorrow, yeah I'm crying everyone's tears It's just a day that brings it all about Just another day and nothing's any good The DJ's playing the same song I have so much to do I have to carry on The king of sorrow King of sorrow

All the things you do It seems that all the autumn leaves are falling I feel like you're the only reason for it If you leave this time I feel that you'll be gone for good, so And I hold on like leaves and fall to what is left Said her father left her

What is the feelin' takin' over? Thinkin' no one could open my door Surprise, It's time To feel what's real What happened to Miss Independent? No more the need to be defensive Goodbye, old you When love is true Miss independent

It’s the kids and the dogs and you and me It’s the way it’s alright when everything goes wrong It’s the sound of a slow simple song But I love my life man it’s something to see Lately things are on my mind Good news is hard to find And I work on the

To sing a song, I got a friend, Shows me all the good times, Tells me I look better, Chews me up and spits me out, And then walks my ass home. And sings a song, When I'm gone, gone, gone.