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The City Of New Orleans
Glenn Yarbrough & The Limeliters
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Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rain
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singin' good mornin' America, how are ya
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
Many a point, ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels of rum underneath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Go a-rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream
Singin' good mornin' America, how are ya
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling on to the sea
But all the towns and people
Seem to fade into a bad dream
Old steel rails, they ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
Passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues
Singin' good night America, how are ya
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
All right, sing it with us, come on
Good night America, how are ya
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
When the day is done
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You may have observed that I am doing most of the
Bowing for the act these days. Glenn and Alex are not
Geared for total approval anymore, and I jolly well am
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