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

Just to be the one You call in When you're lost to yourself I will understand you I will serve you well I'll suffer when you leave me Stand out in parallel And I will recognize you I will raise an army

Your cheatin' heart will tell on you When tears come down like fallin' rain You'll toss around and call my name You're gonna walk that floor the way I do Your cheatin' heart will make you weep You'll cry and cry and try to sleep But sleep won't come the

Go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow When the color of the night Gives way to shaky movements Improvisational skills Let's swear that we will Get with the times In a current health to stay Get life day to day

Just a little after nine I left your house this morning 'Bout a quarter after nine Coulda been the Willie Nelson Coulda been the wine When I left your house this morning, It was a little after nine It was in Bobcaygeon, I saw the constellations Reveal

The day I die, the day I die Where will we be? I don't need you, I don't need you Besides I barely ever see you anymore And when I do it feels like you're only halfway there Young mothers love me even ghosts of Girlfriends call from Cleveland They will

(Call me when you try to wake her) Call me when you try to wake her up I can always sleep standing up This here is the place where I will be staying There isn't a number, you can call the pay phone Let it ring a long, long, long, long time If I don't

(you got my back right?) I got I got I got I got your back boy I got I got I got I got your back, boy We were high (til when its all good) We were low ((til when its all bad) But I promise I will never let you go (now what you call that) (as long I know

Tired as fuck The Greedy Palace has been keeping me up See now then Or get so high that you can't let go I only had to tilt the paddle toward my chin Can't and won't you will and can It's so hard to wonder why when you don't feel worthy of Being aloft,

The wind calls your name, get out of your bed Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead Just when we prevail, the hangman is here Hear his boots and see the figure passing by Echoes of him have been heard Spiritually he is all intact Say your prayer