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Riding on tGhe City ofD New OrleanGs,
IEmllinois Central, MConday morning GrailD.
FGifteen cars and fiDfteen restless Griders,
thEmree conductors and tDwenty-five sacks of mGail.
EmAll on a southbound odyssey,
the trBmain pulls out of Kentucky,
roDlls past horses, farms and fAields.
PaEmssing trains that have no name
and freBmight yards full of old black men,
and the Dgraveyards of rD7usted automGobiles. Singing...
GooCd morning, AmerDica, how arGe you?
Hey, dEmon`t you know me, IC`m your native Gson.D
I`m the tGrain they call the CDity of New OEmrleans,
and I´ll be gFone five hundred mCiles when the D7day is dGone.
2. DeGaling cards to the oDld men in the cGlub car,
pEmenny a point, andC no one`s keeping scGore.D
PaGss the paper Dbag that holds the boGttle,
you can Emfeel the wheels grDumbling `neath the flGoor.
The sEmons of Pullman porters, and the sBmons of engineers
ride their faDther`s magic carpet made of stAeel.
And moEmthers with their babes asleep,
are roBmcking to the gentle beat,
the rhDythm of raD7ils is all they fGeel. + Chorus
3. NigGhttime on the CDity of New OrGleans,
chEmanging cars in MeCmphis, TennGesseDe.
HaGlfway home, and wDe`ll be there by moGrning,
through the MiEmssissippi darkness roDllin` to Gsea.
But Emall the towns and people
seem to faBmde into a bad dream,
the sDteel rail hasn`t heard the nAews.
The cEmonductor sings his song again,
it`s ?PaBmssengers will please refrain!?
This train`s got the DisaD7ppearing Railway BlGues. Singing.....
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