City of New Orleans Lyrics

: Ri-ding on the ci-ty of New Or-leans
: Dealing card games w/the ol men in the clubcar
: Night-time on the ci-ty of New Or-leans
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Illinois Central Mon- day morning rail Fif-teen cars and
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score Pass the pa- per
Changing cars in Memphis, Ten- nes- see Half-way home
fif-teen restless riders Three con- duc- tors and twenty-five sacks of mail
bag that holds the bot-tle Feel the wheels rumblin' neath the floor
n' we'll be there by mornin' Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
All a- long the southbound o- dy- ssey the train pulls out at
And the sons of Pullman Porters and the sons of en- gi-
But all the towns and peop- le seem to fade in-to a
Kan- ka-kee and rolls a- long the hous-es farms and fi- elds
neers ride their fa- thers ma- gic car- pet made of steel
bad dream and the steel rails still ain't heard the news
Passing graves that have no name and freightyards full of old black men and the graveyard of the
Mot- hers w/ their babes as- leep are rockin' to the gentle beat and the rhythm of the
The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain this train got the dis-a-
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rusted au-to mob-ile : Good mor'- nin' A- mer- i- ca how are
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rail is a- ll they hear : Good mor'- nin'
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pearing ra- il road blues : Good ni- ght
you Don't you know me I'm your na-tive son
I'm the train they call the Ci- ty of New Or-le-ans I'll be
gone five hun-dred miles when the day is done