Låttexter
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
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
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
Train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along the houses, farms and fields
Passing towns that have no name
Freight cars full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
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
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumble 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Rocking to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rail is all they hear
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
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
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
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
Ah, but all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
Passengers will please refrain
For this train's got the disappearing railroad blues
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
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Yeah, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
