City Of New Orleans
Arlo Guthrie
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DRiding on the ACity of DNew Orleans
HmIllinois Central, GMonday morning DrailA
DFifteen cars and Afifteen restless Driders
HmThree conductors and Atwenty-five sacks of Dmail.
All Hmalong the south bound odyssey, the F#mtrain pulls out of Kankakee
ARolls along past houses, farms and Efields
HmPassing trains that have no name, F#mfreight yards full of old black men
And the Agraveyards of the A7rusted automoDbiles.
GGood morning AAmerica, how Dare you?
Say, Hmdon't you know me, GI'm your native Dson.
A7I'm the Dtrain they call the ACity of HmNew OrleansE7
I'll be Cgone five Ghundred Amiles when the A7day is Ddone.
Dealing Dcard games with the Aold men in the Dclub car
HmPenny a point, ain't Gno one keeping DscoreA
DPass the paper bag that Aholds the Dbottle
HmFeel the wheels Arumblin' 'neath the Dfloor
And the Hmsons of Pullman porters and the F#msons of engineers
ARide their fathers' magic carpets made of Esteel
HmMothers with their babes asleep, F#mrockin' to the gentle beat
And the Arhythm of the A7rails is all they Dfeel.
GGood morning AAmerica, how Dare you?
Say, Hmdon't you know me, GI'm your native Dson.
A7I'm the Dtrain they call the ACity of HmNew OrleansE7
I'll be Cgone five Ghundred Amiles when the A7day is Ddone.
DNight time on the ACity of DNew Orleans
HmChanging cars in GMemphis, TennesDseeA
DHalfway home, Awe'll be there by Dmorning
through the HmMississippi darkness Arolling down to the Dsea.
But Hmall the towns and people seem to F#mfade into a bad dream
And the Asteel rail still ain't heard the Enews
The Hmconductor sings his songs again, the F#mpassengers will please refrain
This Atrain got the disapA7pearing railroad Dblues.
GGood night AAmerica, how Dare you?
Say, Hmdon't you know me, GI'm your native Dson.
A7I'm the Dtrain they call the ACity of HmNew OrleansE7
I'll be Cgone five Ghundred Amiles when the A7day is Ddone.