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Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail There all out on this southbound odyssey and the train pulls out of Kankakee rolls past the houses, farms and fields passin' towns that have no names and freight yards full of old black men and the graveyards of rusted automobiles Singin' good morning America, how are ya Saying don't ya know me I'm your native son Yes I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans and I'll be gone 500 miles when day is done And I was dealing cards with the old men in the club car And it's penny a point, there ain't no one keeping score Won't ya past that paper bag that holds that bottle You can feel the wheels grumbling through the floor And the sons of Pullman porters; The sons of engineers They ride their father's magic carpet made of steel And mothers with the babes asleep go rockin' to the gentle beat Letras de cancionesand the rhythm of the rails is all they dream Singin' good morning America, how are ya Sayin' don't ya know me I'm your native son And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when day is done Nighttime on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee It's halfway home and we'll be there by morning through the Mississippi darkness rolling to the sea And all the towns and people they seem to fade into a bad dream the old steel rails, it ain't heard the news The conductor sings that song again its passengers will please refrain this train's got the disappearing railroad blues Singin' it's good night America, how are ya Sayin' on't ya know me I'm your native son and I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Singin' it's good night America, how are ya Saying don't ya know me I'm your native son Well I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans And I'll be gone a long, long time when the day is done From Letras Mania