QUOTE: Artist Lyrics: C.W. Mccall Song Lyrics: The Gallopin' Goose Album Lyrics: Roses For Mama (Chip Davis, Bill Fries) On a cold November mornin' Back in nineteen-thirty-seven With an early snow a-fallin' On the three-foot tracks at Ames Came a mighty strange contraption Known to trainmen as a motor But to folks in Colorado She was known by another name Up the canyons south of Sawpit Past the red Cathedral spires 'Cross the yellow mountain switchbacks And the rapids far below On the high and lofty trestles Near the fabled mines of Ophir In the silver San Juan Mountains Came a goose a-plowin' snow [Chorus] With a Pierce-Arrow engine, Runnin' hot and on the loose Came the Rio Grande Southern The Gallopin' Goose With a Pierce-Arrow engine Runnin' hot and on the loose Came Number Five, The Gallopin' Goose 'Twas a four-door auto-mobile On a dozen wheels of iron Sixteen feet of rockin' boxcar Spot-welded to her tail Loaded down with mercantile Ten bags a' high-grade ore Two mothers nursin' babies Seven miners an' the mail Up the side a' Sunshine Mountain By internal gas combustion Eight Pierce-Arrow pistons pullin' Fifteen thousand pounds a' lead At the snowshed on the summit The conductor said his prayers He declared a busted driveshaft On the pass at Lizard Head [Chorus] With a Pierce-Arrow engine Runnin' hot and on the loose Came the Rio Grande Southern The Gallopin' Goose With a Pierce-Arrow engine Runnin' hot and on the loose Came Number Five, The Gallopin' Goose [Musical interlude here.] Down the three-percent to Rico In the valley of Dolores They still talk about the Southern An' her flock of flyin' geese From the roundhouse at Ridgway To the depot at Durango All the tracks are gone for scrap iron And the ganders rest in peace Up the canyons south of Sawpit Past the red Cathedral spires 'Cross the yellow mountain switchbacks And the rapids far below On the high and lofty trestles Near the fabled mines of Ophir In the silver San Juan Mountains There's a legend in the snow [Chorus] With a Pierce-Arrow engine Runnin' hot and on the loose Came the Rio Grande Southern The Gallopin' Goose With a Pierce-Arrow engine Runnin' hot and on the loose Came Number Five, The Gallopin' Goose
QUOTE: The City of New Orleans by Steve Goodman Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields. Passin' trains that have no names, Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. CHORUS: Good morning America how are you? Don't you 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' card games with the old men in the club car. Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score. Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor. And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel. Mothers with their babes asleep, Are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. CHORUS Nighttime on The City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. Half way home, we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness Rolling down to the sea. And all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news. The conductor sings his song again, The passengers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues. Good night, America, how are you? Don't you 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.
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