Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song City of New Orleans, artist - Steve Goodman. Date of issue: 26.07.1999
Song language: English
City of New Orleans |
| Ridin' on the City of New Orleans |
| Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail |
| 15 cars & 15 restless riders |
| Three conductors, ((24)) sacks of mail |
| All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of ((Kentucky)) |
| Rolls along past houses, farms & fields |
| Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men |
| And the graveyards of rusted automobiles |
| Chorus: |
| Good mornin' America, how are you? |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor |
| And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers |
| Ride their fathers' 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 |
| Repeat Chorus |
| 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 & people seem to fade into a bad dream |
| And the steel rail still ain’t heard the news |
| The conductor sings his song again |
| «The passengers will please refrain: |
| This train has got ((to disappear in)) railroad blues |
| Repeat Chorus |