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of the question is a mighty hard price to pay
'Cause you brought these rainy day crossroad blues my way
I can't take it no more
Well I really didn't want to go out, to the movies
With some guy I didn't know named Joe, a friend of my friend Susie's
Waitin' by the window, not
And that the rain was tears at the skies were shadding because I was goin' away
But then like a bow of lightnin' from out the blue
Oh that feelings got over
by land or ocean -
No mail - no post -

No news from any foreign coast -
No Park - no Ring - no afternoon gentility -
No company - no nobility -
And your wife
And your settee
Don't want to be mistreated by neo-bourgeoisie
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois
the bed,
Where Scorpio Sal lay dyin'.
But a blood-red stain is all that remained
Of the man who got no sign.
The arrest was made by Sheriff Slade,
through the mail

It was prom night in pig town
There was ham bones in long gowns
With painted cloven hooves
There was no need for shoes
Lightnin' hail and rain
But when the clouds blow by, there's a clear blue sky
To wash away all your pain

It's a little like a mountain climb
It's a long
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All
free

My flag's still flyin' 
There ain't no denyin'
I'm American born and bred
Still proud and united
Bring hell and I fight it
This blue collar
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 24 sacks of mail
All along
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All
What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
He has subscriptions to those magazines
He never waves when he goes by

And he's
Christmas time 
Won't you hang my holy socks on a midnight line.

Well that mountainside's just gonna sit there 
That river's gonna rush on by. 
But
of the curve of her body was flawless
From pretty white teeth to her shiny blond hair

One day, as she stood by the road leading westward
In blue jeans
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
sacks of mail
All along a southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no name
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that
said we couldn't miss what we never knew,
Something about something that you had to do,
Sitting on the sand with a hole in my shoe.

I had no way
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
Lonesome Road Blues


I walked on down that lonesome line

Hung my head and I cried

I wept and I cried under a willow tree

Out by the deep blue
sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that