City of New Orleans - Judy Collins

作词：Steve Goodman

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans

Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail

15 cars and 15 restless riders

Three conductors 25 sacks of mail

On the southbound odyssey

the train pulls out of Kankakee

Rolls along past houses farms and fields

Passin' trains that have no name

freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

Good mornin' 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 500 miles when the day is done

Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car

A penny a point ain't no one keepin' score

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

And feel the wheels grumblin' 'neath 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

rockin' to the gentle beat

the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good mornin' 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 500 miles when the day is done

Night time on the City of New Orleans

Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee

Halfway home we'll be there by mornin'

Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea

And all the towns and people seem

To change into a bad dream

The steel rails still ain't heard the news

The conductor sings his songs again

Passengers will please refrain

This train's got to disappear in railroad blues

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