[00 상반기] 75. Steve Goodman- City Of New Orleans

[2000 상반기] 75. Steve Goodman- City Of New Orleans 

Steve Goodman - Steve Goodman ('71, 1st)

1. The I Don't Know Where I'm Going, But I'm Goin' Nowhere In A Hurry Blues [2:32]

2. Rainbow Road [3:33]

3. Donald & Lydia [4:54]

4. You Never Even Call Me By My Name [4:24]

5. Mind Your Own Business [2:54]

6. Eight Ball Blues [4:24]

7. City Of New Orleans [3:52]

8. Turnpike Tom [4:15]

9. Yellow Coat [4:44]

10. So Fine [3:19]

11. Jazzman [3:42]

12. Would You Like To Learn To Dance? [4:07]

Steve Goodman - Guitar, Vocals 

Bill (Oliver) Swofford, Bucky Wilkin, John Prine - Backing Vocals

Norbert Putnam - Bass, Producer 

Martha McCrory - Cello 

William Pruett - Clarinet 

Ben Keith - Dobro, Steel Guitar  

Vassar Clements - Fiddle  

Bucky Wilkin, Pete Wade - Guitar  

Stephen Bruton - Guitar, Backing Vocals  

Billy Sanford - Guitar, Banjo 

Charlie McCoy - Harmonica, Organ  

Donnie Fritts - Organ  

Grady Martin - Hot Licks & Heavy Breathing 

Kenneth Buttrey - Percussion  

David Briggs - Piano 

Dennis Good, Gene Mullins - Trombone  

George Tidwell - Trumpet

Paul Anka - Executive-Producer

Kris Kristofferson - Producer, Backing Vocals   

7. City Of New Orleans

Riding on the city of New Orleans

Illinois Central Monday morning rail

There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail

There all out on this southbound odyssey

And the train pulls out of Kankakee

Rolls past the houses, farms and fields

Passin' towns that have no names

And freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

Singin' "good morning America, how are ya?"

Saying "don't ya know me? I'm your native son"

Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans

And I'll be gone 500 miles when day is done

And I was dealing cards with the old men in the club car

And it's penny a point, there ain't no one keeping score

Won't ya past that paper bag that holds that bottle

You can feel the wheels grumbling through the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters; the sons of engineers

They ride their father's magic carpet made of steel

And mothers with the babes asleep

Go rockin' to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream

Just a-singin' "good morning America, how are ya?"

Sayin' "don't ya know me? I'm your native son"

And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans

I'll be gone 500 miles when day is done

Nighttime on the City of New Orleans

Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee

It's halfway home and we'll be there by morning

Through the Mississippi darkness rolling to the sea

And all the towns and people

They seem to fade into a bad dream

The old steel rails, it ain't heard the news

The conductor sings that song again

Its passengers will please refrain

This train's got the disappearing railroad blues

Just a-singin' "good night America, how are ya?"

Sayin' "don't ya know me? I'm your native son"

And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Just a-singin' "good night America, how are ya?"

Sayin' "don't ya know me? I'm your native son"

And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans

And I'll be gone a long, long time when the day is done