Karaoké City of New Orleans John Denver

Riding on the city of New Orleans

Illinois central

Monday morning rail

There's fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail

They're out on the south-bound odyssey

And the train pulls out of Kankakee

Rolling past houses farms and fields

Passing towns that have no name

Freight yards full of old gray men

The graveyards of rusted automobiles

Singing good morning America how are you?

Saying 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

Oh dealing cards with the old men in the club car

Plenty of points ain't no one keeping score

Say won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

Yeah feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman Porters and the sons of engineers

Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel

And the days are full of restless

And the dreams are full of memories

And the echoes of the freight train whistles clear

Singing good morning America how are you?

Saying don't you know me

I'm your native son?

Yes I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans

I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

But it's twilight on the city of New Orleans

Talk about a pocket full of friends

Halfway home and we'll be there by morning

With no tomorrow waiting 'round the bend and

Singing good night America

I love you

Saying 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

Singing good morning America how are you?

Saying don't you know me

I'm your native son?

Yes I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans

I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done