Lyrics:
it out, walk a mile
Serve it, ancient-city style
Talk it out, babble on
Battle for your life, Babylon
That's gossip, what you on?
Money don't
Come roll with a nigga, get high with a nigga
Count stacks with a nigga, fuck hoes with a nigga
Back in high school we used to trade clothes with my
mile seven mile eight mile
west side nigga
charmers east side ya know
east side what up though
ya see down town
jefferson dexter
joint row
my city
Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
Burn up that quarter mile
The DJ's sayin' on my favorite station
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
never high
You can play a million scenes
Everyday, a million dreams
(New York City), yeah yeah
(New York City), oh yeah
(New York City)
There is
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
with the left hand
Unknowing and taking the chance
Why not fly? Why not try?
This constant game I play to stay high
But all is just a state of mind
Unrest in the city, war in the city
Pain in the city, blood on the ground
But Yahweh's watchin on high
So if the wall breaks don't trip
You
holding back on this shit
We'll put the stake in them
Oh, what a high
When you know you ride, you fly
Everybody step to the beat, the City scene
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
a mile high sippin
Ya one shot bet it make her get litty
Fall In love wit the D is it me or the city
Ha all ya cares throw the rest away
Baby We so fly I
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from
Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day
And talk about the home town a million miles away
Is the ice still in the river?
Are
our first kiss we stole
Soul to soul
And for some high fair we'll go to "My Fair Lady"
We'll hope it closes someday
The city's glamor can never
New york city is a thousand miles away
And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's ok
Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down
'Cause they don't need
I'm on the high ridge looking down
While we're evolving, I get old
If I get back then I'll be grateful
Look there's a billboard on the moon
Let
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Having fun
Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high
America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
Hollywood nights
In those Hollywood hills
She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills
Oh those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Having fun
Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high
and you're a million miles from reality.
I wanna say I love the life I live,
And I'm gonna live the life I love up here on cloud nine.
I'm riding high
On cloud
a pity
They're tearing old quality down
Without any pity
Now they're coming to take me away
To Scrapheap City
They say that good manners belong
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