Johnny Cash, June Carter Cash - City Of New Orleans lyrics

Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the
Train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing graves that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of 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
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Dealing cards with the old men
In the club car
Penny a point, no one is keeping a score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels grumbling
Underneath 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 rails is all they feel

Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling
Down to the sea
But all the towns & people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still have
Not heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
"The passengers will please refrain:
This train has got the
Disappearing railroad blues