Willie Nelson - City of New Orleans lyrics

Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail

All along the south-bound odyssey

The train pulls out at Kankakee

And rolls along past houses, farms and fields

Passin' trains that have no names

And freight yards full of old black men

And the grave-yards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning America, how are you?

Say don't you 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

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

Feel the wheels grumblin' 'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers

Ride their father's 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 morning America, how are you?

Say 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

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 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 has got the disappearin' railroad blues.

Goodnight America, how are you?

Say 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