1 5 1
Riding on the City of New Orleans
6m 4 1 5
Illinois Central to Monday morning rail
1 5 1
Got fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
6m 4 5 1
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail
6m
We’re all out on the southbound odyssey
3m
As the train pulls out of Kankakee
5 2
Rolls past the houses, farms, and fields
6m
Passing towns that have no name
3m
And the freight yards full of old black men
5 1
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
4 1
Singing good morning America, how are you
6m 4 1 5
Yeah don’t you know me I’m your native son
1 5 1
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
4 5 1
And I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
And it’s penny a point there ain’t no one keeping score
Won’t you pass that paper bag that holds the bottle
You can hear the wheels a-rumbling through the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpet made of steel
And the mothers with their babes asleep
Rocking to the gentle beat
The rhythm of the rails is all they dream
Midnight on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
We’re halfway home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling to the sea
Then all the towns and people
Seem to fade into a bad dream
The old steel rail it ain’t heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train’s got the disappearin’ railroad blues
Singing goodnight America, how are you
Yeah don’t you know me I’m your native son
Well I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I’ll be gone a long, long time when day is done