The Seldom Scene - City Of New Orleans lyrics

D]Riding on the [A]City of New Or[D]leans [Bm]Illinois Central, [G]Monday morning [D]rail, [A] [D]Fifteen cars and fi[A]fteen restless [D]riders Three con[Bm]ductors, and t[A]wenty five sacks of [D]mail We're all [Bm]out on the southbound odyssey As the [F#m]train pulls out of Kankakee And [A]rolls past the houses, farms and [E]fields [Bm]Pa**ing towns that have no name And [F#m]freight yards full of old black men And the [A]graveyards of rusted automo[D]biles {c:Chorus:} [G]Good morning Am[A]erica, how a[D]re you? Say [Bm]don't you know me, [G]I'm your native [D]son. [A] I'm the [D]train they call the [A]City of New [Bm]Orleans I'll be gon[C]e five [G]hundred miles[A] when the day is [D]done Dealing card games with the old men in the club cars A penny a point, there ain't no one keeping score Won't you pa** the paper bag that holds the bottle You can feel the wheels rumbling through the floor And the sons of Pullman porters, And the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep There rocking to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream {Chorus.} Midnight on the City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home, and we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea Then all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream The old steel rail still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his songs again The pa**engers will please refrain This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues {c:Chorus:} Singin' Goodnight 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