"Ridin' on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail..."| Fifty Miles Of Elbow Room "Twelve-hundred miles, it's length and breadth,
 That four-square city stands.
 It's gem-set walls of Jasper shine,
 They're not made by human hands...."
 Folsom Prison Blues "Oh, I hear that train a-coming, coming on 'round the bend
 I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
 I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on
 but that train keeps a-rolling on down to San An-tone..."
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