City Of New Orleans
Riding on the City of New Orleans
- 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
- Passing trains that have no names
- Freight yards full of old black men
- And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
- 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
- Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
- Penny a point ain't no one keeping score
- Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
- Feel the wheels rumbling neath the floor
- And the sons of Pullman porters
- And the sons of engineers
- Ride their father's magic carpets made of steam
- Mothers with their babes asleep
- Are rocking to the gentle beat
- And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream
- 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
- 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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