City of New Orleans (Live at CBS Records Convention, Nashville, Tenn, 1973)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:09 duration
๐ ID: 9024747
๐ Lyrics
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois central, monday mornin' rail
15 cars & 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train rolls out of Kankakee
Moves along past houses, farms & 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 & 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
Night time 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
And 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 song again
"The passengers will please refrain:
This train has got (to disappear in) 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
Illinois central, monday mornin' rail
15 cars & 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train rolls out of Kankakee
Moves along past houses, farms & 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 & 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
Night time 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
And 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 song again
"The passengers will please refrain:
This train has got (to disappear in) 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:19.24] Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
[00:24.74] Illinois central, monday mornin' rail
[00:30.90] 15 cars & 15 restless riders
[00:36.18] Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
[00:43.05] All along the southbound odyssey
[00:46.49] The train rolls out of Kankakee
[00:49.14] Moves along past houses, farms & fields
[00:55.28] Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
[01:01.11] And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[01:07.37] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[01:13.66] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[01:18.76] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[01:25.02] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[01:32.36] Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
[01:37.94] Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
[01:43.62] Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
[01:49.64] And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
[01:55.71] And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers
[02:01.70] Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
[02:07.81] Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
[02:13.92] And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[02:20.43] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[02:26.09] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[02:31.49] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[02:37.48] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[02:42.10]
[02:44.26] Night time on the City of New Orleans
[02:50.21] Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
[02:56.33] Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
[03:02.15] Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
[03:08.26] And the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
[03:14.39] And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
[03:20.38] The conductor sings his song again
[03:23.31] "The passengers will please refrain:
[03:26.70] This train has got (to disappear in) railroad blues
[03:32.56] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[03:38.54] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[03:43.90] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[03:50.19] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[03:56.24] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[04:03.20]
[00:24.74] Illinois central, monday mornin' rail
[00:30.90] 15 cars & 15 restless riders
[00:36.18] Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
[00:43.05] All along the southbound odyssey
[00:46.49] The train rolls out of Kankakee
[00:49.14] Moves along past houses, farms & fields
[00:55.28] Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
[01:01.11] And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[01:07.37] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[01:13.66] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[01:18.76] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[01:25.02] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[01:32.36] Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
[01:37.94] Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
[01:43.62] Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
[01:49.64] And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
[01:55.71] And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers
[02:01.70] Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
[02:07.81] Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
[02:13.92] And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[02:20.43] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[02:26.09] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[02:31.49] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[02:37.48] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[02:42.10]
[02:44.26] Night time on the City of New Orleans
[02:50.21] Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
[02:56.33] Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
[03:02.15] Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
[03:08.26] And the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
[03:14.39] And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
[03:20.38] The conductor sings his song again
[03:23.31] "The passengers will please refrain:
[03:26.70] This train has got (to disappear in) railroad blues
[03:32.56] Good mornin' America, how are you?
[03:38.54] Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
[03:43.90] I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[03:50.19] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[03:56.24] I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
[04:03.20]