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

A little bit longer and I'll be fine You don't even know, know, know And every time you smile, you laugh, you glow But you don't know what you got till it's gone And you don't know what it's like to feel so low Got the news today Doctors said I had to

Since I lose my man When I say my prayers My man's gone now Ain't no use a listenin' For his tired footsteps Climbin' up the stairs Old man sorrow's Come to keep me company Whisperin' beside me

Up all night long And there's something very wrong And I know it must be late Been gone since yesterday I'm not like you guys I'm not like you Hey mom, there's something in the backroom Hope it's not the creatures from above You used to read me stories

Where the good times gone? All the stupid fun And all that shit we've done And you still won't know Lost it on the chesterfield Or maybe on A gamblin' wheel Lost it in a diamond mine It's dark as hell

Please don't be lonely when I'm gone I've been so sad for far too long And as I gently slip away, this song will always stay Now I understand it might be my last day Might be my last day So what am I supposed to do now I've reached the end? And if I

Like baby, baby, baby no Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby oh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Like baby, baby, baby ooh I thought you'd always be mine Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (now I'm all gone) Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

Fifty five hundred for a new pair of titties I'll buy 'em like Jordans Give her a couple of thousands now she feelin' important Dick her down she'll be gone by the morning She got them ass shots that I like Pop a Addie we'll be fuckin' all night She say

Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired

Unless you give me a reason You know I change with the seasons (yeah I change, change) The same way I'm coming bitch I'm leaving (yeah I'm out) And when I'm gone you won't see me (gone) You know I move with the seasons And when I'm gone you won't see me