City of New Orleans

Shownotes

Ridin′ on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail 15 cars, and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail

All along a southbound oddeusy the train pulls out of Kankakee And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields Passin' trains that have no names And freightyards full of old black men The grave yards of the rusted automobiles

Singin' good mornin′ 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 500 miles when the day is done.

Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car. Penny a point, and no one keepin′ score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle. Feel the wheels a rumblin' near the floor.

And the son's of Pullman Porter′s and the son′s of the engineers Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel And mothers with their babies asleep, a rockin′ in the gentle beat And the rythym of the rail is all they dream

Singin' good mornin′ 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 500 miles when they day is done.

Nighttime on the City of New Orleans. Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee Half way home, and we′ll be there by mornin' Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream The steel rails still ain′t heard the news The conductor sings his song again The passengers will please refrain This train has got the disapearing blues

Singin' good mornin′ 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 500 miles when they day is done.

Singin' good mornin′ 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 500 miles when they day is done. I′ll be gone 500 miles when they day is done.