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City Of New Orleans

de Sammi Smith

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
There's fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail

Out on the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolling past houses farms and fields
And passin' towns that have no names and freightyards full of old black men
And the graveyards full of the rusted automobiles

Good mornin' America how are you
I 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 hubdred miles when the day is done

Dealin' cards with an old man on the club car
Many a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass that paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floor

And the sons of poor men porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
And mothers with their babes asleep rockin' to that gentle beat
The rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good mornin' America how are you...

It's night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
A half way home and we'll be there by mornin'
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea

But all the towns and cities 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 have got the disappearing railroad blues

Good mornin' America how are you...

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