Karaoké City of New Orleans Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash

Riding on the City of

New Orleans

Illinois Central

Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three conductors twenty-four sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey the train rolls out of Kankakee

I lose along past houses farms and fields

Passing trains that have no name and switch yards full of old black men

And graveyards full of rusted automobiles

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

Dealing cards with and old man on the club car

Penny a point nobody's keeping score

Hey now, pass that paper bag that holds the bottle

And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman Porters

And the sons of engineers ride their daddy's magic carpet made of steel

Mothers with their babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat and the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

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

Night time on the City of

New Orleans

Changing cars in Memphis

Tennessee

Halfway home we'll be there by morning through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea

And all the towns and the people seem to fade into a bad dream

And the steel rails still ain't heard the news

The conductor sings his song again

The passengers will please refrain

This train has got the disappearing railroad blues

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

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