Hank Snow City Of New Orleans Lyrics

City Of New Orleans Lyrics

Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail

Fisteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee

And moves along past houses farms and fields

Passing trains that have no name and freighyards full of old black men

And the graveyards full of rusted automobiles



Good morning America how are ya

Say don't you know me I'm your native son

I'm a train they call the City of New Orleans

I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done



Dealing card games with an old man on the club car

Many a point and no one keeping score

Pass that paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floor

And the sons of poor men porters and the sons of engineers

Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel

Mothers with their babes asleep rocking to that gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good morning America...



Night time on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis Tennessee

Half way home and we'll get there by morning

Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea

But 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 song again the passengers will please refrain

This train's got the disappearing railroad blues

Good morning America...