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City Of New Orleans

City Of New Orleans

Roch Voisine

Lyrics

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central, Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail.

All along the Southbound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee

Rolls along past houses, farms and fields

Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of rusted automobiles.

Good morning 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

And I'll be gone five hundred 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' down 'neath the floor.

And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of the 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 morning 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

And I'll be gone five hundred 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'

Through the Mississippi darkness, rollin' 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 song again, the passenger will please refrain

"This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues".

Good morning 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

And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Good morning 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

And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans

And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

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