Jerry Reed - City Of New Orleans lyrics

Well I'm ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train rolls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses farms and fields Pa**in' cars that have no names switchyards full of old black men And graveyards full of rusty old automobiles Well 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 Well good morning America how are you...