City of New Orleans
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๐ Lyrics
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 name
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Say, 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
Dealin' card games 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
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 steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning America, how are you?
Say, 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
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
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues
Good night, America, how are you?
Say, 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
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 name
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Say, 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
Dealin' card games 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
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 steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning America, how are you?
Say, 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
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
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues
Good night, America, how are you?
Say, 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.21] Riding on the City of New Orleans
[00:12.07] Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
[00:18.56] Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
[00:24.87] Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
[00:31.87] All along the southbound odyssey
[00:36.33] The train pulls out at Kankakee
[00:39.50] Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
[00:44.84] Passin' trains that have no name
[00:49.60] Freight yards full of old black men
[00:52.83] And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
[00:58.83] Good morning America, how are you?
[01:04.34] Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
[01:11.34] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[01:17.12] I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
[01:23.97] Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
[01:33.98] Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
[01:40.67] Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
[01:46.10] Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
[01:53.68] And the sons of pullman porters
[01:57.96] And the sons of engineers
[02:00.98] Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
[02:06.75] Mothers with their babes asleep
[02:11.23] Are rockin' to the gentle beat
[02:14.73] And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[02:20.49] Good morning America, how are you?
[02:26.07] Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
[02:33.04] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[02:39.47] I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
[02:46.35] Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
[02:56.05] Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
[03:02.31] Half way home, we'll be there by morning
[03:09.56] Through the Mississippi darkness
[03:12.52] Rolling down to the sea
[03:16.57] But all the towns and people seem
[03:20.33] To fade into a bad dream
[03:23.59] And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
[03:29.51] The conductor sings his songs again
[03:33.54] The passengers will please refrain
[03:36.52] This train got the disappearing railroad blues
[03:42.82] Good night, America, how are you?
[03:49.16] Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
[03:55.86] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[04:02.16] I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
[04:12.91]
[00:12.07] Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
[00:18.56] Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
[00:24.87] Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
[00:31.87] All along the southbound odyssey
[00:36.33] The train pulls out at Kankakee
[00:39.50] Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
[00:44.84] Passin' trains that have no name
[00:49.60] Freight yards full of old black men
[00:52.83] And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
[00:58.83] Good morning America, how are you?
[01:04.34] Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
[01:11.34] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[01:17.12] I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
[01:23.97] Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
[01:33.98] Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
[01:40.67] Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
[01:46.10] Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
[01:53.68] And the sons of pullman porters
[01:57.96] And the sons of engineers
[02:00.98] Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
[02:06.75] Mothers with their babes asleep
[02:11.23] Are rockin' to the gentle beat
[02:14.73] And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[02:20.49] Good morning America, how are you?
[02:26.07] Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
[02:33.04] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[02:39.47] I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
[02:46.35] Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
[02:56.05] Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
[03:02.31] Half way home, we'll be there by morning
[03:09.56] Through the Mississippi darkness
[03:12.52] Rolling down to the sea
[03:16.57] But all the towns and people seem
[03:20.33] To fade into a bad dream
[03:23.59] And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
[03:29.51] The conductor sings his songs again
[03:33.54] The passengers will please refrain
[03:36.52] This train got the disappearing railroad blues
[03:42.82] Good night, America, how are you?
[03:49.16] Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
[03:55.86] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[04:02.16] I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
[04:12.91]