City Of New Orleans lyrics
by Johnny Cash
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 rolls out of Kankakeeand moves along past houses, farms & fieldsPassin' trains that have no name, and switch yards full of old black men,And graveyards of rusted automobilesChorus: 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 doneDealin' cards with the old men in the club carPenny a point, and nobody's keepin' scoreHey now pass the paper bag that holds the bottleAnd feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floorAnd the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineersRide their daddys' 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 seaAnd 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 the disappearin' railroad blues"Repeat Chorus
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