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Maximum Maroon 5: The Unauthorised Biography of Maroon 5 (Maroon 5) · Freight Train (Alan Jackson) · Freight Train Heart (Jimmy Barnes) · King of the Freight Train (Boxcar Willie) · King of the Freight Train (Boxcar Willie) · Freight Train and Other North Carolina Folk Songs (Elizabeth Cotten) · Freight Train Heart (Boxcar Willie) · Freight Train Boogie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Freight Train Boogie (The Delmore Brothers) · Freight Train Blues: Classic Railroad Songs, Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


minutes 'till 5"
Thank you, Mr. Railroad Man
I want to watch your trains go by

Standing on a platform, smoking a cheap cigar
And waiting for an old freight
your train roll by?

Nine sixteen and two forty four, twenty five minutes ?til five.
At nine sixteen, two forty four, twenty five minutes ?til five
time does your train roll by? 
Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five. 

At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes
your train roll by?
Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.

At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five
your train roll by?
Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.

At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five
your train roll by?
Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.

At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five
time does your train roll by? 
Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five. 

At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes
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
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'
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
your train roll by?

Nine sixteen and two forty four, twenty five minutes ‘til five.
At nine sixteen, two forty four, twenty five minutes ‘til five
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 with
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
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
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
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five
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
Bill, he ain't so bad 
Whupped his mama, shot his old dad. 

Early one morning, standing in the rain 
Round the bend come a long freight train
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
[D]riders, 
Three con[Bm]ductors, and t[A]wenty five sacks of [D]mail. 

We're all [Bm]out on the southbound odyssey, 
As the [F#m]train pulls out