Lyrics:
are made
Down by the Illinois Central railroad line
We guess which way the clanking cars will shunt along the track
The weary switchmen limps along,
forever more
I'm riding down this sad and lonely southern central railroad line
On my way to misery for such a long long time
I'm traveling down this sad
On a small Missouri farm
Back when the West was young
Two boys learned to rope and ride
And be handy with a gun
War broke out between
On a small Missouri farm
Back when the west was young
Two boys learned to rope and ride
And be handy with a gun
War broke out between
in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
'Cause where we stayin, n****z look shady
But they can't fade South Central
'Cause bustin
the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin', niggas look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental
Checkin' out every block
That trench,
Finally got things settled,
Away with that bitch,
Bursting out that hell hole ,
Breaking out that railroad
All my niggas stacked on payroll,
the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin', niggas look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental
Checkin' out every block
starts
I want to go praise god
The yellow river in china in asia
Where does it start?
The alabama river, the mississippi river, the missouri river
Funky-junky
Funky-junky
He's on Missouri Boulevard
About a half o' mile south of the graveyard
Better run an leap through funky old dirt
Go one don't
Mr. William Clarke Quantrill
And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills
He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought them still
And when he rode out,
Quantrill
And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills
He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought them still
And when he rode out, two hundred lay killed
They
and farmer lit up the swamp
With dream traders and first strike pigs
Writing up receipts for them unpaid dues
To jackboot Nazis with them railroad blues
Oh
of those hills of home
Now let me tell you, there's
Nothing weird about Peculiar, Missouri
Hell, you can look it up
It's an old railroad town
That turned
My Daddy told me, lookin back
The best friend you'll have is a railroad track
So when I was 13 I said, I'm rollin' my own,
And I'm leaving
gotta go
We had it once, we ain't got it anymore"
She packed her bags, left me behind
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
Nights as I sleep, I
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five
gotta go
We had it once, we ain't got it anymore"
She packed her bags, left me behind
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
Nights as I sleep, I
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors, twenty-five
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five
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
Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five
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