City of New Orleans - Randy Scruggs

作词：Steve Goodman

作曲：Steve Goodman

Ridin' on the city of New Orleans

Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three conductors twenty-five sacks of mail

Out on the southbound odyssey

The train pulls out of Kakakee

And it rolls along past houses

Farms and fields

Passin' towns that have no name

Freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

Good morning 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

Dealin' card games with

The old men in the club car

Penny a point ain't nobody keepin' score

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 daddy's magic carpet make 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

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

Nighttime 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

But all the towns and people seem

To fade into a bad dream

And the steel rail still ain't heard the news

The conductor sings that song again

The passengers will please refrain

This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues

Good morning 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