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Judy Collins - City Of New Orleans
CAPO: 4th Fret
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
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
On the south bound odyssey the train pulls out of Kenkakee
Rolls along past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name freight yards of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good morning America how are you?
Say 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
[Verse 2]
Playing cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag but hold the bottle
And feel the wheels rumbling beneath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Mother with their babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat
The rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[Chorus]
Good morning America how are you?
Say 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
[Verse 3]
Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home and 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
The steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues
[Chorus]
Good night America how are you?
Say 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
I'll be gone a million miles when the race is run
I'll be gone_____