Steve Goodman - City of New Orleans

Riding on the City of New Orleans

Illinois Central Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey

The train pulls out at Kankakee

Rolls along past houses, farms and fields

Passin' towns that have no names

Freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

[Chorus:]

Good morning, America, how are you

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, ain't no one keepin' score

Won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor

And the sons of pullman porters

And the sons of engineers

Ride their father's magic carpet made of steam

Mothers with their babes asleep

Are rockin' to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream

[Chorus]

Night time on The City of New Orleans

Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee

Half way home, and we'll be there by morning

Through the Mississippi darkness

Rolling down to the sea

And all the towns and people seem

To fade into a bad dream

And the steel rails still ain't heard the news

The conductor sings his song again

The passengers will please refrain1

This train's got the disappearing railroad blues

[Final Chorus:]

Good night, America, how are you

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

[Repeat First Chorus:]

Good morning, America, how are you

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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