City Of New Orleans Lyrics - Singles - Henson Cargill

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail 

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders 

Three conductors twenty-four sacks of mail 

All along the southbound odyssey the train rolls out of Kankakee 

Rolls along past houses farms and fields 

Passin' trains that have no names switchyards full of old black men 

Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles 

Good morning America how are you 

Said 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 

Playin' card games with an old man on the club car 

Many a point no one's keepin' score 

Pass that paper bag that holds the bottle 

Feel the wheels a rumblin' neath the floor 

And the sons of poor men porters and the sons of engineers 

Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel 

Mothers with their babes asleep rockin' to that gentle beat 

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel 

Good morning America how are you... 

Well it's night time on the City of New Orleans 

Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee 

Half way home I'll be there by morning 

Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' 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 songs again the passengers will please refrain 

This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues 

Good night America how are you...