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The Highwaymen
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City of New Orleans (Live) - 1992 Version
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail 15 cars and 15 restless riders Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms & fields Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Good mornin' America, how are you? 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 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' 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
Night time 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 & people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rail still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his song again 'The passengers will please refrain, This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues
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