CITY OF NEW ORLEANS
(KG FD)
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Ridin' on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central, Monday
mornin' rail
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15 cars & 15 restless riders, 3 conductors, 25 sacks of mail
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All along the southbound odyssy, the train pulls out of Kankakee
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Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
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Passin' trains that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
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And the grave yards of rusted automobiles
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Good mornin' America, how are you?Don't you know me, I'm your native son?
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I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, I'II be gone 500 miles when the day is done
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Dealin' cards games with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
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Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And feel the wheels rumblin' neath the floor
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& the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers ride their fathers' magic carpet made of
steel
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Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat & the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
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Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me, I'm your native son?.......
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Night time on the City of New Orleans - changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
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Halfway home & we'll be there by mornin'- thru the Mississippi darkness
rollin' down to the sea
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But all the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream & the steel rail still
ain't heard the
news
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The conductor sings his song again -the passengers will please refrain -
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This train's got a case of the disappearin' railroad blues -
Good Night America, ......