City Of New Orleans

John Denver

1 Jan 1971

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City Of New Orleans - John Denver

Riding on the city of new orleans

 

Illinios central, monday morning rail

 

15 cars and 15 restless riders

 

3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail

 

All along a southbound odyssey

 

The train pulls out of kankakee

Rolls along past houses, farms and fields

 

Passing towns that have no name

Freight yards full of old black men

The graveyards of the rusted automobiles

 

Singing good morning America, how are you?

 

Saying, dont you know me I'm your native son?

 

I'm the train they call the city of new orleans

 

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

 

I was dealing cards with the old men in the club car

 

Penny a point, aint no one keeping score

 

They want to pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

 

Feel 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 day is full of restless

 

And the dream is full of memory

 

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

 

Singing good morning America, how are you?

 

Saying dont you know me, I'm your native son?

 

Yes I'm the train they call the city of new orleans

 

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Nighttime on the city of new orleans

 

Talk about cars in memphis, tennessee

 

Halfway home and well be there by morning

 

We know tomorrow waiting aroud the band

 

Singing good morning America, how are you?

Saying dont you know me, I'm your native son?

I'm the train they call the city of new orleans

 

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

 

Singing good morning America, how are you?

 

Saying dont you know me, I'm your native son?

Yes, I'm the train they call the city of new orleans

 

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

 

 

 

 

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