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Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars & 15 restless riders
Three conductors, and 24 sacks of mail

All 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 full of rusted automobiles

[Chorus:]
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 done

Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't nobody's keepin' score
Hey, now pass that paper bag that holds a bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters
and 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 feel

[Repeat Chorus]

Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, and we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea

And 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's got the disappearin' railroad blues"

[Repeat Chorus]

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