City of New Orleans

<p>[Verse 1]<br/>Riding on the City of New Orleans<br/>Illinois Central, Monday morning rail<br/>15 cars and 15 restless riders<br/>Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail<br/>All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee<br/>Rolls along past houses, farms and fields<br/>Passing graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men<br/>And the graveyards of rusted automobiles<br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>Good morning America, how are you?<br/>Don&#x27;t you know me? I&#x27;m your native son!<br/>I&#x27;m the train they call the City of New Orleans<br/>I&#x27;ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done<br/>[Verse 2]<br/>Dealing cards with the old men in the club car<br/>Penny a point, no one is keeping a score<br/>Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle<br/>And feel the wheels grumbling underneath the floor<br/>And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers<br/>Ride their fathers&#x27; magic carpet made of steel<br/>Mothers with their babes asleep, rocking to the gentle beat<br/>And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel<br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/><br/>[Verse 3]<br/>Night time on the City of New Orleans<br/>Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee<br/>Halfway home, we&#x27;ll be there by morning<br/>Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea<br/>But all the towns &amp; people seem to fade into a bad dream<br/>And the steel rail still have not heard the news<br/>The conductor sings his song again<br/>&quot;The passengers will please refrain:<br/>This train has got the disappearing railroad blues<br/><br/>[Chorus][x2]