LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCity of New Orleans
Ridin' on the City of New OrleansIllinois Central, Monday mornin' rail15 cars & 15 restless ridersThree conductors, and 24 sacks of mailAll along the southbound odyssey the train moves out ofKentuckyAnd moves along past houses, farms & fieldsPassin' trains that have no name, as which yards’ full of oldblack menAnd the graveyards of rusted automobilesChorus: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 OrleansI'll be gone 500 miles when the day is doneDealin' cards with the old men on the club carPenny a point, ain't nobody keepin' scoreThen now pass the paper bag that holds the bottleAnd feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floorAnd the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineersRide their daddies’ magic carpet made of steelMothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beatAnd the rhythm of the rails is all they feelRepeat ChorusNight time on the City of New OrleansChangin' cars in Memphis, TennesseeHalfway home, we'll be there by mornin'Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the seaBut all the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dreamAnd the steel rail still ain't heard the newsThe conductor sings his song again"The passengers will please refrain:This train has got to disappear in railroad blues.Repeat Chorus
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