City of New Orleans Lyrics - C.W. McCall

City of New Orleans
(Steve Goodman
Ridin' on The City of New Orlean
Illinois Central Monday morning rai
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless rider
Two conductors and a-twenty-five sacks a' mai
All along the southbound odysse
The train pulls out at Kankake
And moves on along past houses, farms and field
Passin' trains what ain't got no name
Switch yards full a' old black me
And the graveyards full of them rusted automobiles
[Chorus
Good mornin' America, how are ya
Well, a don'tcha know me? I'm your native so
I'm the train they call The City of New Orlean
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
A-dealin' cards with an old man down in the club ca
Just a penny a point ain't a-nobody keepin' scor
Say won't you pass that there paper bag that's a-wrappin' the bottl
Feel them wheels rumblin' under that floo
And the sons of Pullman porter
And the sons of engineer
Ride their daddy's magical carpet made out of stee
Mamas with their babies asleepin
Are rockin' to the gentle bea
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all they feel
[Chorus
Good mornin' America, how are ya
Well, a don'tcha know me? I'm your native so
I'm the train they call The City of New Orlean
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Night-time on The City of New Orlean
A-changin' cars a-down in Memphis, Tennesse
Well, a half way home, and a we gonna be there by mornin
Through the Mississippi darknes
Rollin' down to that se
Now all a' them towns and all the people see
To fade away into a bad ol' drea
But the steel rail, well he still ain't heard that new
Conductor's a-singin' that song agai
Sayin' "Passengers will please refrai
"This train done got the disappearin' railroad blues"
[Chorus
Good night America, how are ya
Well, a don'tcha know me? I'm your native so
I'm the train they call The City of New Orlean
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
[Fade out.
Mamas with their babies asleepin
Are rockin' to the gentle bea
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all they feel
Mamas with their babies asleepin
Are rockin' to the gentle bea
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all they feel
Yeah.