how are ya ?
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
and just like that i am on my way......
2+3= Amtrak BEEERS
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
1 comment:
some retirement advice....
the best part of the day is over when the alarm clock rings in the morning
one must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been
alvarez...2 + 3 = beer
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