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    Glenn Yarbrough / Lyrics

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    "City Of New Orleans" Lyrics

    Glenn Yarbrough feat. The Limeliters

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    Riding on the City of New Orleans,
    Illinois Central Monday morning rail
    Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
    Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
    All along the southbound odyssey
    The train pulls out at Kankakee
    Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
    Passin' trains that have no names,
    Freight yards full of old black men
    And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

    CHORUS:
    Good morning 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.

    Dealin' card games 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
    Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
    And the sons of pullman porters
    And the sons of engineers
    Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
    Mothers with their babes asleep,
    Are rockin' to the gentle beat
    And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

    CHORUS

    Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
    Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
    Half way home, we'll be there by morning
    Through the Mississippi darkness
    Rolling down to the sea.
    And all the towns and people seem
    To fade into a bad dream
    And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
    The conductor sings his song again,
    The passengers will please refrain
    This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

    Good night, 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 five hundred miles when the day is done
    This song was submitted on November 26th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Ilan Goldhirsh, Steve Goodman.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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