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A Hundred Miles or More: A Collection (John Waite) · A Hundred Miles Off [U.S. Version] (The Walkmen) · A Hundred Miles or More: A Collection (Alison Krauss) · A Hundred Miles or More: A Collection (Alison Krauss) · A Hundred Miles Off (The Walkmen) · The Very Best of the Kingston Trio [Capitol] (The Kingston Trio) · The Kingston Trio (The Kingston Trio) · The Kingston Trio at Large (The Kingston Trio) · An Evening with the Kingston Trio (The Kingston Trio) · All Sides of the Kingston Trio (The Kingston Trio) – and 90 other albums »


Well I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mother a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat

I hitchhiked
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well I quit my job down at the carwash I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
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
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown I'd left Kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown I'd left Kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked
your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin' card games with
your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin' card games with the old
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin'
your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin' card games with
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin'
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin'
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin'
your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin' card games with the old
the Indians might spare you
Till you and Will reach your new home

Matilda just five hundred miles to go
You know Will's so proud of you though he never tells
rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston

[Ras Kass]
Our goal is to learn y'all niggaz, about this new world order
But I'm still try'nna run up in
With a hundred and eighty miles
You can press my button and see
Faster than a mach 5 I can make you bleed
I'm self-undercover you wont even know
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side 
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride 
I'm goin' down to Memphis
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
I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
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' card games
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
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town