Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem, to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain’t heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues
Good night America, how are you
Said 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 500 miles when the day is done
In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well I got here following’ the southern star
I crossed that river just to be where you are
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long
Dark star I see you in the morning
Dark star a’ sleeping next to me
Dark star let the memory of the evening
Be the first thing that you think of
When you open up your smile and see me dark star
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the Angels sang a whiskey lullaby
And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and Love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
In the Temple of Love, shine like thunder
In the Temple of Love, cry like rain
In the Temple of Love, hear my calling
In the Temple of Love, hear my name
I might like you better if we slept together
I might like you better if we slept together
I might like you better if we slept together
But there’s something in your eyes that says maybe…
That’s never
Never say never
And that’s my home where dreams are born,
And time is never planned.
Just think of lovely things.
And your heart will fly on wings,
Forever in Never Never Land
Now some men like the fishin’ and some men like the huntin’
And some men like to hear the cannon balls a roarin’
Me? I like sleepin’ specially in the left hand chamber
It hurts to see the man that I’ve become,
And to know I’ll never see the morning sunshine on the land.
I’ll never see your smiling face or touch your hand,
If just once more I could see you, our home and our little baby–
I wonder how it feels to be famous
But wonder is as far as I will go
Because I’d probably lose myself in all the pictures
And end up being someone I don’t know
So it’s probably best I stay in Indiana
Just dreaming of the world as it should be
Where every day is a battle to convince myself
I’m glad she never fell in love with me
She grew up in an Indiana town
Had a good-lookin’ mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights