Lyrics:
long pants
She was sharing conversation with a man who sold ball point pens and pencils
And the train stopped once in Clifton
Where my aunt bought me
Up on the late night train
Can't keep my eyes awake
I'm tryna go back home
I ain't got time to waste
I been grinding all day long
Heart of an 808
If
my friends
Now my glasses are under a train
Now my glasses are under a train
My sister got taken care of when she was 12 (and sent to hell)
By the age
a glide in my stride that's second to none
I'm a lone rangin', one-man committee
Ridin' the train right through the Quad Cities
No time to stop, risin'
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
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
dancing in the dining cars
They'll be sleeping by and by
But all I see is just a parking lot
Paved with glory days gone by
And Henry's riding on the rails
anyways
Cause I’m a train wreck I know
Moving through these days so slow
I want attention and I want you with no clothes
Yah I’m a train wreck ,
the station, the trains flying by so near
You could nearly touch them, but they're going way too fast to commandeer
We had no choice to give up and crestfallen
a longer run.
Wish I could hook up with that
Kansas City line
She runs from way out east lord and she's
pretty close by
But that Mo-ssouri River ain't
I'm just a country boy
Sitting on a midnight train
I don't care what they do
I'm gonna do my thing
Somebody lift your glass high
Tell me if you feel
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my
Sparked dynanite
Loaded with your love
Save'n lives
One by one
Deliver'n hope
White like a dove
Until the day we come
Got the red devil and he's
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 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
and watch your bae
Me and my dogs bout to run a train
You know
Talk mad shit you can run my fade
Bad little bitch wanna smoke all day
She came through by way
on and climb aboard
But I was one day late and a dollar short
Don't miss the train, don't miss the train
Don't miss the train, don't miss the train
Don't
better
A conversation with your soul will lead you to the path you truly headed, yeah
Hook: Po3 & Cee
(This train), this train, (this train is) bound for
And asked him if its tangy
When I'm angry
Then one day
When I thought it wasn't a sin left
I ran into my aunt
With the fat ass and the thin chest
I don't
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
block yo shit[00:23.97]Ion got time for the nonsense[00:25.21]Move tact, move with some caution[00:26.74]You know it's a problem when a young nigga stomp
I'll find peace with myself
When I'm back on the train
I'll cherish the views and thank God I'm alive
Each day I am blessed
For the end could be nigh
I
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