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City Of New Orleans Lyrics - Live At Wolf Trap - Judy Collins

Riding on the City of New Orleans, 

Illinois Central Monday morning rail 

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, 

Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. 

All along the southbound odyssey 

The train pulls out at Kankakee 

Rolls along past houses, farms and fields. 

Passin' trains that have no names, 

Freight yards full of old black men 

And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. 

 

Good morning America how are you? 

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. 

 

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Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car. 

Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score. 

Won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle 

Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor. 

And the sons of Pullman porters 

And the sons of engineers 

Ride their father's magic carpets made of steam. 

Mothers with their babes asleep, 

Are rockin' to the gentle beat 

And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream. 

 

Good morning America how are you? 

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. 

 

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Nighttime on The City of New Orleans, 

Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. 

Half way home, we'll be there by morning 

Through the Mississippi darkness 

Rolling 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 song again, 

The passengers will please refrain 

This train's got the disappearing railroad blues. 

 

Good night, America, how are you? 

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. 

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