Guthrie Arlo - City Of New Orleans lyrics
rate meRiding on the City Of New Orleans<br />
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail<br />
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders<br />
Three Conductors; twenty-five sacks of mail<br />
All along the southbound odyssey - the train pulls out of Kankakee<br />
And rolls along past houses, farms, and fields<br />
Passing trains that have no name, and freight yards full of old black men<br />
And the graveyards of the rusted automobile<br />
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Good morning, America, how are you?<br />
Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son<br />
I'm the train they call the City Of New Orleans<br />
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done<br />
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Dealing card games with the old man in the Club Car<br />
Penny a point - ain't no one keeping score<br />
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle<br />
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor<br />
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of Engineers<br />
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel<br />
And, mothers with their babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat<br />
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel<br />
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Good morning, America, how are you?<br />
Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son<br />
I'm the train they call the City Of New Orleans<br />
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done<br />
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Night time on the City Of New Orleans<br />
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee<br />
Halfway home - we'll be there by morning<br />
Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea<br />
But, all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream<br />
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news<br />
The conductor sings his songs again - the passengers will please refrain<br />
This train got the disappearing railroad blues<br />
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Good night, America, how are you?<br />
Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son<br />
I'm the train they call the City Of New Orleans<br />
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
