Henson Cargill - City Of New Orleans Lyrics

Ridin' on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors twenty four sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey
The train rolls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses farms and fields

Passin' trains that have no names
Switch yards full of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles

Good morning America how are you
Said, 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 five hundred miles when the day is done

Playin' card games
With an old man on the club car
Many a point no one's keepin' score
Pass that paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels a rumblin' neath the floor
And the sons of poor men porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel

Mothers with their babes
Asleep rockin' to that gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning America, how are you?

Well, it's night time on the city of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home, I'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea

And all the towns and people
Seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news

The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues
Good night America, how are you?