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City Of New Orleans - John Denver
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 towns 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, dont 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

I was dealing cards with the old men in the club car

Penny a point, aint no one keeping score

They want to pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels a rumbling through the floor

And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel

And the day is full of restless

And the dream is full of memory

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Singing good morning America, how are you?

Saying dont you know me, I'm your native son?

Yes 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

Talk about cars in memphis, tennessee

Halfway home and well be there by morning

We know tomorrow waiting aroud the band

Singing good morning America, how are you?
Saying dont 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

Singing good morning America, how are you?

Saying dont you know me, I'm your native son?
Yes, I'm the train they call the city of new orleans

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done