City of New Orleans

City of New Orleans Lyrics
 Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
 Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
 There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders
 3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
 All along a southbound oddeusy
 And the train pulls out of Kankakee
 And rolls along past the houses, farms and feilds
 Passin' trains that have no names
 And freightyards full of old black men
 The grave yards of the rusted automobiles
 Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
 Sayin' 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 500 miles when the day is done.
 Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car.
 Penny a point, aint no one keepin' score
 Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle.
 Feel the wheels a rumblin' through the floor.
 And the son's of Pullman Porter's and the son's of engineers
 Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
 And mothers with their fantasies, a rockin' to the gentle breeze
 And the rythym of the rail is all they feel
 Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
 Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son.
 Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
 I'll be gone 500 miles when they day is done.
 But its twilight on the City of New Orleans.
 Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee
 Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin'
 Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
 But 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 hius song again
 The passengers will pleaseain
 This train has got the disapearing blues
 Singin' good morning America, how are you?
 Sayin' 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 500 miles when the day is done.