| Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
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| Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
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| 15 cars & 15 restless riders
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| Three conductors, ((24)) sacks of mail
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| All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of ((Kentucky))
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| Rolls along past houses, farms & fields
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| Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
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| And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
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| Chorus:
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| Good mornin' America, how are you?
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| 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 500 miles when the day is done
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| Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
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| Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin' score
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| Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
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| And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
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| And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers
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| Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
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| Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
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| And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Night time on the City of New Orleans
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| Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
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| Halfway home, we’ll be there by mornin'
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| Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
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| But all the towns & 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 song again
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| «The passengers will please refrain:
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| This train has got ((to disappear in)) railroad blues
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| Repeat Chorus |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song City of New Orleans , by - Judy Collins. Song from the album Winter Stories - Live from the Oslo Opera House, in the genre Музыка мира