gotta move down the line I'm gonna catch a ride on the nine-o-five I'm gonna ride the rail until we reach the morning Maybe three or four hundred miles
, the heat went down And that's when I heard that highway sound. The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead A hundred and ten a half a mile ahead. The
little Juarez Mary Where the mean streets meet the monastary Your ruby lips wet with Tequila Theres a neon frame around Pancho Villa Dame tu mano Dame tu mano Five hundred miles
tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles I'm feeling very still And
build a makeshift crib where Hollywood used to be And it ain't no forties, it ain't no blunts I ain't had no ass in five years and eight months Five
do Motor cooled down, the heat went down That's when I heard that highway sound Cadillac seemin' like a ton of lead A hundred and ten a half a mile
And somebody accidently nudges their poodle off of a 75th floor ledge Doink! And he's headed for the ground At a hundred and seventy five thousand miles
the motor cooled down And that's when I heard that highway sound Cadillac lookin' like a ton of lead A hundred and ten, a half a mile ahead Cadillac
heat went down and the motor cooled down And that's when I heard that highway sound Cadillac lookin' like a ton of lead a hundred and ten a half a mile
that is ruination day They were one, they were two, they were three, they were four They were five hundred miles from their home From their home They were five hundred miles
? 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 Dealing card games with the
sweetest thing I've kissed 'Cause we're on our honeymoon And I'm so sorry Chris to talk about you like this But you were five hundred years too soon
me I'm your native son I'm a train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Dealing card games with an
fryin' pan Lord, my hands feel like they're froze And there's a numbness in my toes But it's only five more miles to Mary Anne It's only five more miles
big bus with a TV and a bar And a little room in the back for me and my ole guitar Gotta stop and fuel up every five hundred miles Give a picture to
a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles I'm feeling very still And
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 Playin' card games with
on the plantation Seen source from home yet I'm still caged in 'Cuz 9000 miles is such a long way to swim And many die tryin' to survive the next mile