August 22, 2008

What does that even mean?


City of New Orleans is one of the greatest songs - camp or not - ever.

And the sons of poor man porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Good morning, America, how are ya?


Trevor said...

thank God I revived it back in '01.