The City of New Orleans

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans

Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail

15 cars &15 restless riders

Three conductors 25 sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee

Rolls along past houses farms &fields

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

And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

Good mornin' 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

I'll be gone 500 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' neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters &the sons of 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

Night time on the City of New Orleans

Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee

Halfway home we'll be there by mornin'

Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea

But all the towns &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 passengers will please refrain：

This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues