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City Of New Orleans Lyrics - Original Album Classics - John Denver

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. 

 

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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 

 

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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. 

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