City Of New Orleans
Steve Goodman

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Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
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Illinois Central Monday morning rail
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There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
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Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail
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All along a southbound odyssey
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And the train pulls out of Kankakee
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And rolls along the houses, farms and fields
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Passin' towns that have no name
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And freight yards filled with old black men
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And the graveyards full of rusted automobiles

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Singin' 'Good morning America. How are you?'
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Sayin' 'Don't you know me? I'm your native son.'
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Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,
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And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

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And I was dealing cards with the old men in the club car
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And it's a penny a point, There ain't no one keeping score
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Won't you pass that paper bag that holds that bottle
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You can feel the wheels a rumblin' through the floor.
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And the sons of coalmen porters, The sons of engineers
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They ride their fathers magic carpet made of steam
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And mothers with their babes asleep
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Go rockin' to the gentle beat
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The rhythm of the rails is all they dream

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Singin' 'Good morning America. How are you?'
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Sayin' 'Don't you know me? I'm your native son.'
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Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,
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And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

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Night time on the City of New Orleans
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Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
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It's half way home and we'll be there by mornin'
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Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' to the sea 
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And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
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The old steel rail, it ain't heard the news
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The conductor sings his song again
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It's passengers will please refrain
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This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues

REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
Except it's 'Good Night America' instead of 'Good Mornin America'
And on the second time, the last line is
'And I'll be gone a long, long time when the day is done.'