RIDIN' ON
THE CITY OF
NEW ORLEANS
ILLINOIS CENTRAL
MONDAY MORNIN' RAIL
FIFTEEN CARS
AND FIFTEEN
RESTLESS RIDERS
THREE CONDUCTORS
AND TWENTY-FIVE
SACKS OF MAIL
ALL ALONG
THE SOUTHBOUND
ODYSSEY
THE TRAIN PULLS OUT
AT KANKAKEE
AND ROLLS ALONG
PAST HOUSES
FARMS AND FIELDS
PASSIN' TRAINS
THAT HAVE NO NAMES
AND FREIGHT YARDS
FULL OF OLD BLACK MEN
AND THE GRAVEYARDS
OF THE RUSTED
AUTOMOBILES
GOOD MORNIN' AMERICA
HOW ARE YA
SAID 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 CARS
PENNY A POINT
AIN'T NO ONE
KEEPIN' SCORE
PASS THE PAPER BAG
THAT HOLDS THE BOTTLE
AND FEEL THE WHEELS
RUMBLIN' 'NEATH
THE FLOOR
AND THE SONS OF
PULLMAN PORTERS
AND THE SONS OF
ENGINEERS
RIDE THEIR FATHER'S
MAGIC CARPETS
MADE OF STEEL
AND MOTHERS
WITH THEIR BABES
ASLEEP
ROCKIN' TO
THE GENTLE BEAT
AND THE RHYTHM
OF THE RAILS
IS ALL THEY FEEL
GOOD MORNIN' AMERICA
HOW ARE YA
SAID 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'
THROUGH 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 HIS SONGS AGAIN
THE PASSENGERS
WILL PLEASE REFRAIN
THIS TRAIN'S GOT
THE DISAPPEARIN'
RAILROAD BLUES
GOODNIGHT AMERICA
HOW ARE YA
SAID 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