Lyrics:
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'
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 with the old men in
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
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
the sacred path I'm doing alright
Living for the people that my natives for life
Medicine wheel for real we got a unite
Mother earth the target and there's no
the Presidency that month
Jim beat Dwight Eisenhower on the field
The West Point Army kids came and got killed
Twenty-seven, six, showed 'em that native real
treaty
That said things were gone get Better
Bear claws on my neck
I'm colder than winter in December
By the fire Banging Drums Native Pride Native Tongues
a beauty on me shone,
And my parents doted upon me, I being their only son.
My father bound me to a trade in Waterford's fair town,
He bound me to a cooper
a don'tcha 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
A-dealin'
the heartache lies the torture and pain
Oh look what they've done to my native son
More and more come to this new land more and more land
On your shore
They
it my son, share your Music
Don't you ever quit
Because when legit, They Need that shit
Walk by prayer in your Spirit
Listen, hear it
Creator said
it my son, share your Music
Don't you ever quit
Because when legit, They Need that shit
Walk by prayer in your Spirit
Listen, hear it
Creator said
And the [A]graveyards of rusted automo[D]biles.
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[G]Good morning Am[A]erica, how a[D]re you?
Say [Bm]don't you know me, [G]I'm your native [D]son. [A]
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
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles.
Good morning America, how are you ?
Don't you know me ? I'm your native son
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 with the old men in
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
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning, America, how are you?
Say don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city
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 the old
native son
Yea the town is sentient and the whole town is a ghetto
That be trying to pull you in
Egging you on persistently testing your mettle
And you
Thinkin' of the future, I want three sons
Grind for the team, ain't never gon give up
Having them doubts is lame as fuck
So keep your head up and suck it up
'til they'd no longer participate
And for the next month Pine Ridge was in a state of siege
When Sitting Bull was killed by Native cops who disagreed
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