POEKAMIES VAEN VOE (CITY OF NEW ORLEANS) Ajan työssä, tulen tuolta kautta. Perssilmä turtuu, pelkään Tolosta! Tekee kutaa, Konginkangas laulaa. Yössä kyllä häpeen tyrää, on melko holotna. Kun toiset kukkuu tuoleissaan, mä kusta putkeen panen vaan, kumilautta, ääni on se yön. Reka häpee viime riimejään, mä tutun naukkupaikan nään, ja rahtikirjat Hiskille taas lyön. Hei huomenta, muori, hyvin pyyhkii! Sun poikas kalvoi taas, ja ahkeroi. Herrat Helsingissä homon alla nyyhkii. Minä tein sen minkä poikamies vain voi. - Timo Kinnunen - 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' towns that have no names Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles (Chorus) Good morning, America, how are you 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 Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score Won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpet made of steam Mothers with their babes asleep Are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream (Chorus) Night time on The City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Half way home, and we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness Rolling down to the sea And all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his song again The passengers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues (Final Chorus) Good night, America, how are you 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 (Repeat First Chorus) Good morning, America, how are you 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 - Steve Goodman - Kunnellaksesi laulun siirry laulun valintasivulle klikkaamalla tästä