The City Of New Orleans
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๐ Lyrics
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning 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
Passing trains that have no name
An' freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America, how are ya?
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 500 miles when the day is done
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' 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 ya?
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 500 miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway 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?
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 500 miles when the day is done
Illinois Central, Monday morning 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
Passing trains that have no name
An' freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America, how are ya?
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 500 miles when the day is done
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' 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 ya?
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 500 miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway 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?
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 500 miles when the day is done
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.06] Riding on the City of New Orleans
[00:13.34] Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
[00:19.86] 15 cars and 15 restless riders
[00:26.01] Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
[00:32.26] All along the southbound odyssey
[00:35.88] The train pulls out of Kankakee
[00:39.36] Rolls along past houses, farms, and fields
[00:46.05] Passing trains that have no name
[00:49.03] An' freight yards full of old black men
[00:52.04] And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
[00:58.90] Good morning, America, how are ya?
[01:05.18] Said don't you know me? I'm your native son
[01:10.94] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[01:18.09] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[01:28.03] Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
[01:34.88] Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
[01:41.61] Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
[01:48.16] Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
[01:53.95] And the sons of Pullman porters
[01:57.46] And the sons of engineers
[02:00.52] Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel
[02:07.65] Mothers with their babes asleep
[02:10.93] Are rockin' to the gentle beat
[02:13.93] And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[02:20.95] Good morning, America, how are ya?
[02:27.00] Said don't you know me? I'm your native son
[02:32.80] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[02:39.91] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[02:50.42] Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
[02:57.13] Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
[03:03.69] Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
[03:09.98] Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea
[03:16.57] But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
[03:23.35] And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
[03:29.40] The conductor sings his songs again
[03:33.13] The passengers will please refrain
[03:36.24] This train got the disappearing railroad blues
[03:43.16] Good night, America, how are you?
[03:49.39] Said don't you know me? I'm your native son
[03:55.28] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[04:02.50] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[04:07.06]
[00:13.34] Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
[00:19.86] 15 cars and 15 restless riders
[00:26.01] Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
[00:32.26] All along the southbound odyssey
[00:35.88] The train pulls out of Kankakee
[00:39.36] Rolls along past houses, farms, and fields
[00:46.05] Passing trains that have no name
[00:49.03] An' freight yards full of old black men
[00:52.04] And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
[00:58.90] Good morning, America, how are ya?
[01:05.18] Said don't you know me? I'm your native son
[01:10.94] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[01:18.09] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[01:28.03] Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
[01:34.88] Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
[01:41.61] Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
[01:48.16] Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
[01:53.95] And the sons of Pullman porters
[01:57.46] And the sons of engineers
[02:00.52] Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel
[02:07.65] Mothers with their babes asleep
[02:10.93] Are rockin' to the gentle beat
[02:13.93] And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[02:20.95] Good morning, America, how are ya?
[02:27.00] Said don't you know me? I'm your native son
[02:32.80] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[02:39.91] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[02:50.42] Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
[02:57.13] Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
[03:03.69] Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
[03:09.98] Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea
[03:16.57] But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
[03:23.35] And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
[03:29.40] The conductor sings his songs again
[03:33.13] The passengers will please refrain
[03:36.24] This train got the disappearing railroad blues
[03:43.16] Good night, America, how are you?
[03:49.39] Said don't you know me? I'm your native son
[03:55.28] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[04:02.50] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[04:07.06]