City of New Orleans

Capo 2

Ridin on the City of New Orleans,

Illinois Central, Monday mornin rail

There's fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,

Three con-ductors and twenty five sacks of mail

All a-long the south bound odyssey, the train pulls

in from Kankikee

Rolls along past houses, farms and fields

Passin towns that have no names

And freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of the rusted auto-mob-iles

Chorus:

Good mornin -erica, how are you

I said 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

Dealin cards with the old men in the club car,

penny a point, there ain't no one keepin score

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle,

I can feel the wheels a-grumblin neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters

And the sons of engineers

Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel

And the mothers with their babes asleep

Go rockin to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Chorus:

Good mornin -erica, how are you

I said 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

Night time on the City of New Orleans

We're changin cars for Memphis, Tenness-ee

We're halfway home and we'll be there by mornin

Through the Mississippi darkness rollin down to the sea

And all the towns and people seem

To fade into a bad dream

And the steel rail still ain't heard the news

The conductor sings his songs again,

The passengers will please refrain

This train's got the disapp-earin railroad blues

Chorus: (twice)

Good Night -erica, how are you

I said 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

Good Night -erica, how are you

I said 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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