City Of New Orleans
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
- Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
- Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
- Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
- Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
- All along the south-bound odyssey
- The train pulls out at Kankakee
- And rolls along past houses farms and fields
- Passin' trains that have no names
- And freight yards full of old black men
- And the grave-yards of the rusted automobiles
- Good morning America how are you
- Say don't you know me I'm your native son
- I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
- And I'll be gone five-hundred miles
- When the day is done
- Dealin' cards 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 grumblin' 'neath the floor
- And the sons of Pullman porters
- And the sons of engineers
- Ride their father's magic carpet 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 you
- Say 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
- Night time on the City of New Orleans
- Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
- Halfway home we'll be there by mornin'
- Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
- But 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 songs again
- The passengers will please refrain
- This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues
- Goodnight America how are you
- Say 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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