(originally by Steve Goodman)

[Intro]
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Riding on the City of New Orleans
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Illinois Central Monday morning rail
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Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
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Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
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All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee
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Rolls along past houses farms and fields
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Passing trains that have no name, freight yards of old black men
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And graveyards of rusted automobiles.
 
Chorus:
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Good morning America, how are you?
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Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
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I'm a train they call the City of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
 
Verse:
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Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
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Penny a point ain't noone keeping score
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Pass the paper bag but hold the bottle
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Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
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And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers
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Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
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Mother with her babes asleep, rocking to the gentle beat
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And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
 
      ::Chorus::
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Nightime on the City of New Orleans
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Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
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Half way home we'll be there by morning
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through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
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and all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
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And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
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The conductor sings his songs again, the passagers will please refrain
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This train got the disappearing railroad blues.
 
Chorus:
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Good night America, How are you?
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Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
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I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
              (originally by Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 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 and 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 and 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

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

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

[Repeat Chorus]              
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