Miss them moss covered vines…the tall sugar pines
Where mockin’ birds used to sing
And I’d like to see that lazy Mississippi…hurryin’ into spring
The moonlight on the bayou…a Creole tune… that fills the air
I dream… of oleanders in June…and soon I’m wishin’that you were there
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And that’s where I left my heart
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.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin’ trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination…Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out suits and shoes,
I don’t pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road.
Ramblin’ around your city,
Ramblin’ around your town,
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin’ ‘round boys,
As I go ramblin’ 'round.
Listen to a Boomer’s story
Pay attention to what I say
Well, I hear another train a-comin’
Guess I’ll be on my way
If you wanna do me a favor
When I lay me down and die
Just dig my grave beside the railroad
So I can hear the trains go by, boys
So I can hear the trains go by.
Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow your horn?
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah
Dinah, is there anyone finer
In the state of Carolina?
If there is, then show her to me.
In South Carolina there are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I’m lonesome, I always pretend
That I’m getting the feel of hickory wind
The wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
With this crush, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
Winter time winds blue and freezin’
Comin’ from northern storms in the sea
Love has been lost, is that the reason?
Trying so desperately to be free
Look around.
Leaves are brown.
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
And then along comes Mary. And does she want to set them free, and let them see reality.
Mary, Mary, tell me truly-
What did I do to make you leave me?
Whatever it was I didn’t mean to.
You know I never would try and hurt you.
Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see. There will be an answer, let it be.
Reunited and it feels so good
Reunited 'cause we understood
There’s one perfect fit
And, sugar, this one is it
We both are so excited 'cause we’re reunited, hey, hey
Huh, he calls me up and he’s like, I still love you. And I’m like, I’m just, I mean this is exhausting, you know.
We are never getting back together, like ever.
I asked the Lord, why did he make her?
I asked the Devil to kindly take her
How I ever got involved I will never know
But that nightmare of a woman’s got to go
You fooled me with your kisses
You cheated and you schemed
Heaven knows how you lied to me
you’re not the way you seemed
You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise
You’re the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are