City Of New Orleans

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Verse 1:
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Riding on the City of New Orleans
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Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
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Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
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Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
 

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All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenxxxee
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Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
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Passing trains that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
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And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
 
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Good morning America, how are you?                                                       
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Say, 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.
 
Verse 2:
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Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
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Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
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Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
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Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
 

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And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
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Ride their fathers' magic carpets 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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Good morning America, how are you?                                                       
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Say, 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.
 
Verse 3:
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Night time on the City of New Orleans
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Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
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Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
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through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
 

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But all the towns and 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 songs again, the passengers will please Refrain
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This train got the disappearing railroad blues.
 
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Good night America, how are you?                                                       
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Say, 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.