 City of New Orleans Lyrics
Ridin' on the City of New OrleansIllinois Central Monday mornin' railThere's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
All along a southbound oddeusyAnd the train pulls out of KankakeeAnd rolls along past the houses, farms and feildsPassin' trains that have no names And freightyards full of old black menThe grave yards of the rusted automobiles
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son?I'm the train they call the City of New OrleansI'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car. Penny a point, aint no one keepin' scorePass the paper bag that holds the bottle.Feel the wheels a rumblin' through the floor.
And the son's of Pullman Porter's and the son's of engineersRide their father's magic carpet made of steelAnd mothers with their fantasies, a rockin' to the gentle breezeAnd the rythym of the rail is all they feel
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you? Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son. Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New OrleansI'll be gone 500 miles when they day is done.
But its twilight on the City of New Orleans.Changing cars in Memphis, TenneseeHalf way home, and we'll be there by mornin' Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seemTo fade into a bad dreamAnd the steel rails still ain't heard the newsThe conductor sings hius song againThe passengers will please refrainThis train has got the disapearing blues
Singin' good morning America, how are you?Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son?I'm the train they call the City of New OrleansI'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
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