I don't suppose this route still runs?"Riding on the City of New OrleansIllinois Central Monday morning railFifteen cars and fifteen restless ridersThree conductors and twenty-five sacks of mailAll along the southbound odysseyThe train pulls out at KankakeeRolls along past houses, farms and fieldsPassin' towns that have no namesFreight yards full of old black menAnd the graveyards of the rusted automobilesNight time on The City of New OrleansChanging cars in Memphis, TennesseeHalf way home, and we'll be there by morningThrough the Mississippi darknessRolling down to the seaAnd all the towns and people seemTo fade into a bad dreamAnd the steel rails still ain't heard the newsThe conductor sings his song againThe passengers will please refrainThis train's got the disappearing railroad bluesFinal ChorusGood night, America, how are youDon't you know me, I'm your native sonI'm the train they call The City of New OrleansI'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
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