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Steve Goodman
Steve Goodman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Goodman
Steve Goodman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Kristofferson
Kris Kristofferson
Producer
N. PUTNAM
N. PUTNAM
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ridin' on The City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
They roll out on southbound odyssey
And the train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls past the houses, farms, and fields
Passin' towns that have no name
And freight yards full of old, black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Singin', "Good mornin', America, how are you?"
Sayin', "Don't you know me? I'm your native son"
Yes, I am the train they call The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
[Verse 2]
And I was dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
And it's penny a point, there ain't no one keepin' score
Oh, won't you pass that paper bag that holds that bottle?
You can feel the wheels grumblin' through the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
The sons of engineers
They ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steam
And mothers with the babes asleep
Go rockin' to the gentle beat
The rhythm of the rails is all they dream
[Chorus]
Just a-singin', "Good mornin', America, how are you?"
Sayin', "Don't you know me? I'm your native son"
And I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
[Verse 3]
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
It's halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
Through the Mississippi darkness, rollin' to the sea
And all the towns and people
Seem to fade into a bad dream
The old steel rail, it ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
Its passengers'll please refrain
This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues
[Chorus]
Just a-singin', "Good night, America, how are you?"
Sayin', "Don't you know me? I'm your native son"
And I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
[Chorus]
Just a-singin', "Good night, America, how are you?"
Sayin', "Don't you know me? I'm your native son"
Well, I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone a long, long time when day is done
Written by: Steve Goodman
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