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
PASSING TRAINS
THAT HAVE NO NAME
AND GRAVEYARDS
FULL OF
OLD BLACK MEN
AND THE GRAVEYARDS
OF THE 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
AND I'LL BE GONE
FIVE HUNDRED MILES
WHEN THE DAY IS DONE
DEALIN' CARDS
WITH THE OLD MAN
IN THE CLUB CAR
PENNY A POINT
AIN'T NO ONE
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 FATHER'S
MAGIC CARPET
MADE OF STEEL
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 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
HALF-WAY 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 RAILS
STILL AIN'T HEARD
THE NEWS
THE CONDUCTOR SINGS
HIS SONGS AGAIN
THE PASSENGERS
WILL PLEASE REFRAIN
THIS TRAIN HAS GOT
THE DISAPPEARIN'
RAILROAD BLUES
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
FIVE HUNDRED MILES
WHEN THE DAY IS DONE