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City of New Orleans

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans

Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail

15 cars & 15 restless riders

Three conductors and 24 sacks of mailAll along the southbound odyssey the train rolls out of Kankakee

and moves along past houses, farms & fields

Passin' trains that have no name, and switch yards full of old black men,

And graveyards of rusted automobilesChorus:

Good mornin' America, how are you?

Say don't you know me? I'm your native son!

I'm a train they call the City of New Orleans,

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is doneDealin' cards with the old men in the club car

Penny a point, and nobody's keepin' score

Hey now pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

And feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floorAnd the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers

Ride their daddys' magic carpet made of steel

Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feelRepeat ChorusNight 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 seaAnd all the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream

And the steel rail still ain't heard the news

The conductor sings his song again

"The passengers will please refrain:

This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues"Repeat Chorus

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