Lyrics:
(Huh, get a job, what for, I'm trying to think!)
I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute
On this caffeine buzz I was on
We were really hummin'
(Huh, get a job, what for, I'm trying to think!)
I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute
On this caffeine buzz I was on
We were really hummin'
Well, down in Tennessee, close to Mississippi
'Bout a mile out of Toulouse, on the way to Memphis
There's a road turning south that's rather rocky
at the club
Oh mama, I'm just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It's where I belong down at the
Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on dancing at the
Pink
Oh oh oh oh oh
I'm in the club
When you discover
What comes between
The lower lever
And the jet stream
Mile high
When you discover
What comes
Mile high club landing strip
Take a ride on my rocket ship
Mile high club landing strip
Take a ride on my rocket ship
Mile high club landing strip
Tonight I can see for miles
You've tossed the blind and turned a while
And wild above your crooked smile
There's payphone in your eyes
But now I'm
Tonight I can see for miles
You've tossed the blind and turned a while
And wild above your crooked smile
There's payphone in your eyes
But now
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'
the same)
Yeah, mile high club, you remember (mile high club, you remember)
Flyin' eighteen hours the agenda
I can feel a cold heart when it ain't winter
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
Temperatures rise at a hundred degrees
Bet you don't freeze at the Mile High Club
The crash axe would be my only defense
Dogs go berserk when my
must, but we will find another home."
They fled into the Bitterroot, an army at their heels
They fought at White Bird Canyon, they fought at Misery
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
your native son?
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealing cards with the old men in
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
around here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
I roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in
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Ensemble Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine Handiest Frenchman in da Caribbean Got the Gull Reef Club sparkling and clean Bravo bon travou
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'
Mile High Club 조준하고
Launching like uhm
super 스텔스기 uh
Mile High Club 우린
Pistol을 장전 at the bathroom uh
Mile High Club 조준하고
Launching like uhm
super
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'
newsstand and the house a mile tall;
The wedding and the churchyard, the laughter and the tears,
The dream that's been a growin' for a hundred fifty years
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