CRiding on the GCity of New COrleans
AmIllinois Central, FMonday morning Crail G
CFifteen cars and Gfifteen restless Criders
AmThree conductors and Ftwenty-five sacks of Cmail
All Amalong the southbound odyssey
The Emtrain pulls out of Kankakee
And Grolls along past houses, farms and Dfields
AmPassing trains that have no name
And Emfreight yards full of old black men
And the Ggraveyards of Frusted automoCbiles
FGood morning, GAmerica, how Care you?
Say, Amdon’t you know me? FI’m your native Cson
GI’m the Ctrain they call the GCity of New AmOrleans F
I’ll be B♭gone five Fhundred Gmiles when the day is Cdone
CDealin’ card games with the Gold men in the Cclub car
AmPenny a point, ain’t Fno one keeping Cscore G
CPass the paper Gbag that holds the Cbottle
And Amfeel the wheels a- Grumbling ‘neath the Cfloor
And the Amsons of Pullman porters, and the Emsons of engineers
Ride their Gfathers’ magic carpet made of Dsteel
AmMothers with their babes asleep, Emrocking to the gentle beat
And the Grhythm of the Frails is all they Cfeel
FGood morning, GAmerica, how Care you?
Say, Amdon’t you know me? FI’m your native Cson
GI’m the Ctrain they call the GCity of New AmOrleans F
I’ll be B♭gone five Fhundred Gmiles when the day is Cdone
CNight time on the GCity of New COrleans
AmChanging cars in FMemphis, CTennessee G
CHalfway home and Gwe’ll be there by Cmorning
Through the AmMississippi darkness, Grolling down to the Csea
But Amall the towns and people seem, to Emfade into a bad dream
And the Gsteel rail still ain’t heard the Dnews
The Amconductor sings his songs again, “The Empassengers will please refrain
This Gtrain got the disapFpearin’ railroad Cblues.”
FGood night, GAmerica, how Care you?
Say, Amdon’t you know me? FI’m your native Cson
GI’m the Ctrain they call the GCity of New AmOrleans F
I’ll be B♭gone five Fhundred Gmiles when the day is Cdone