Arlo Guthrie - The City of New Orleans lyrics

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
Good morning America how are you?
So 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' cards with the old men
In the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Won't you 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 fathers' 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

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

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 songs 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