City of New Orleans
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๐ Lyrics
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Good mornin' 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 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good mornin' 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 500 miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
But the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
Conductor sings your songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Good mornin' 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 500 miles when the day is done
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Good mornin' 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 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good mornin' 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 500 miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
But the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
Conductor sings your songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Good mornin' 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 500 miles when the day is done
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.45] Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
[00:11.98] Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
[00:18.59] 15 cars and 15 restless riders
[00:24.65] Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
[00:31.04] All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
[00:37.54] Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
[00:43.84] Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
[00:50.24] And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[00:57.18] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[01:03.14] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[01:09.32] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[01:15.57] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[01:25.72] Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
[01:32.12] Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
[01:38.34] Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
[01:44.96] And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
[01:51.57] And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
[01:57.59] Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
[02:03.98] Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
[02:10.22] And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[02:16.83] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[02:22.88] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[02:28.88] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[02:35.50] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[02:41.09]
[03:11.20] Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
[03:17.56] Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
[03:23.23] Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
[03:29.56] Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
[03:36.22] But the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream
[03:42.55] And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
[03:49.25] Conductor sings your songs again
[03:52.18] The passengers will please refrain
[03:55.57] This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
[04:01.86] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[04:08.17] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[04:14.06] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[04:20.12] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[04:26.72] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[04:32.95] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[04:44.14]
[00:11.98] Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
[00:18.59] 15 cars and 15 restless riders
[00:24.65] Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
[00:31.04] All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
[00:37.54] Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
[00:43.84] Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
[00:50.24] And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[00:57.18] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[01:03.14] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[01:09.32] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[01:15.57] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[01:25.72] Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
[01:32.12] Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
[01:38.34] Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
[01:44.96] And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
[01:51.57] And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
[01:57.59] Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
[02:03.98] Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
[02:10.22] And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[02:16.83] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[02:22.88] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[02:28.88] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[02:35.50] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[02:41.09]
[03:11.20] Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
[03:17.56] Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
[03:23.23] Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
[03:29.56] Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
[03:36.22] But the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream
[03:42.55] And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
[03:49.25] Conductor sings your songs again
[03:52.18] The passengers will please refrain
[03:55.57] This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
[04:01.86] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[04:08.17] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[04:14.06] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[04:20.12] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[04:26.72] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[04:32.95] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[04:44.14]