City Of New Orleans (Letra)

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(steve goodman)

Ridin’ on the city of new orleans
Illinois central monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Two conductors and a-twenty-five sacks a’ mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at kankakee
And moves on along past houses, farms and fields
Passin’ trains what ain’t got no names
Switch yards full a’ old black men
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 son
I’m the train they call the city of new orleans
And i’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

A-dealin’ cards with an old man down in the club car
Just a penny a point ain’t a-nobody keepin’ score
Say won’t you pass that there paper bag that’s a-wrappin’ the bottle
Feel them wheels rumblin’ under that floor
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their daddy’s magical carpet made out of steel
Mamas with their babies asleepin’
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
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 son
I’m the train they call the city of new orleans
And i’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Night-time on the city of new orleans
A-changin’ cars a-down in memphis, tennessee
Well, a half way home, and a we gonna be there by mornin’
Through the mississippi darkness
Rollin’ down to that sea
Now all a’ them towns and all the people seem
To fade away into a bad ol’ dream
But the steel rail, well he still ain’t heard that news
Conductor’s a-singin’ that song again
Sayin’ "passengers will please refrain
"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 son
I’m the train they call the city of new orleans
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 beat
And the rhythm of the rockin’ rails is all they feel

Mamas with their babies asleepin’
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rockin’ rails is all they feel

Yeah.

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City Of New Orleans (Letra)

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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the poems, prayers and promises album, is also available on the country roads collection album and has also been rerecorded on all ab
Album.

Riding on the city of new orleans
Illinios central, monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
All along a southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying, 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

Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain’t no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling ‘neath the floor

And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpet made of steel
And mothers with their babes asleep
Rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying 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

Nighttime on the city of new orleans
Changing cars in memphis, tennessee
Halfway home and we’ll be there by morning
Through the mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
But 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 song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues

Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying 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

Words and music by steve goodman

City Of New Orleans (Letra)

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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the poems, prayers and promises album, is also available on the country roads collection album and has also been rerecorded on all ab
Album.

Riding on the city of new orleans
Illinios central, monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
All along a southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying, 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

Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain’t no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling ‘neath the floor

And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpet made of steel
And mothers with their babes asleep
Rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying 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

Nighttime on the city of new orleans
Changing cars in memphis, tennessee
Halfway home and we’ll be there by morning
Through the mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
But 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 song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues

Singing good morning america, how are you?
Saying 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

Words and music by steve goodman