Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
Out on the southbound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls past houses and farms and fields
Passin' times that have no names and freight yards full of old, black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singin', good mornin' America, how are you?
Singin'don't you know me? I'm your native son “
Yes,I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
And I was dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
And it's penny a point, there ain't nobody keepin' score?
Won't you pass that paper bag that holds that bottle
You can feel the wheels grumblin' through the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters, the sons of engineers
They ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
Man mothers with their babes asleep, go rockin' to the gentle beat
The rhythm of the rails is all they dream
Just singin', good mornin', America, how are you?
Singin'don't you know me? I'm your native son“
And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
It's halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' to the sea
The old steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings that song again, its passengers will please refrain
This train gots the disappearin' railroad blues
Singin', good night, America, how are you?
Singin' don't you know me? I'm your native son“
And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
Just singin', good night', America, how are you?
Singin' don't you know me? I'm your native son“
Well, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone a long, long time when day is done
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:01.96]Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
[00:06.81]Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
[00:11.72]There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
[00:17.62]Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
[00:22.76]Out on the southbound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee
[00:28.94]Rolls past houses and farms and fields
[00:33.88]Passin' times that have no names and freight yards full of old, black men
[00:39.24]The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
[00:43.93]Singin', good mornin' America, how are you?
[00:49.69]Singin'don't you know me? I'm your native son “
[00:54.71]Yes,I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[01:00.59]And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
[01:05.96]And I was dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
[01:11.30]And it's penny a point, there ain't nobody keepin' score?
[01:16.95]Won't you pass that paper bag that holds that bottle
[01:22.29]You can feel the wheels grumblin' through the floor
[01:27.74]And the sons of Pullman porters, the sons of engineers
[01:33.22]They ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
[01:38.53]Man mothers with their babes asleep, go rockin' to the gentle beat
[01:44.44]The rhythm of the rails is all they dream
[01:49.60]Just singin', good mornin', America, how are you?
[01:54.91]Singin'don't you know me? I'm your native son“
[01:59.62]And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[02:05.85]I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
[02:17.57]Night time on the City of New Orleans
[02:22.45]Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
[02:27.56]It's halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
[02:32.84]Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' to the sea
[02:44.18]The old steel rails still ain't heard the news
[02:49.14]The conductor sings that song again, its passengers will please refrain
[02:54.65]This train gots the disappearin' railroad blues
[02:59.46]Singin', good night, America, how are you?
[03:05.47]Singin' don't you know me? I'm your native son“
[03:09.97]And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[03:15.91]I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
[03:20.83]Just singin', good night', America, how are you?
[03:26.81]Singin' don't you know me? I'm your native son“
[03:31.73]Well, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[03:37.60]And I'll be gone a long, long time when day is done
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
Out on the southbound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls past houses and farms and fields
Passin' times that have no names and freight yards full of old, black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singin', good mornin' America, how are you?
Singin'don't you know me? I'm your native son “
Yes,I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
And I was dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
And it's penny a point, there ain't nobody keepin' score?
Won't you pass that paper bag that holds that bottle
You can feel the wheels grumblin' through the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters, the sons of engineers
They ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
Man mothers with their babes asleep, go rockin' to the gentle beat
The rhythm of the rails is all they dream
Just singin', good mornin', America, how are you?
Singin'don't you know me? I'm your native son“
And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
It's halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' to the sea
The old steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings that song again, its passengers will please refrain
This train gots the disappearin' railroad blues
Singin', good night, America, how are you?
Singin' don't you know me? I'm your native son“
And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
Just singin', good night', America, how are you?
Singin' don't you know me? I'm your native son“
Well, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone a long, long time when day is done
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:01.96]Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
[00:06.81]Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
[00:11.72]There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
[00:17.62]Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
[00:22.76]Out on the southbound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee
[00:28.94]Rolls past houses and farms and fields
[00:33.88]Passin' times that have no names and freight yards full of old, black men
[00:39.24]The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
[00:43.93]Singin', good mornin' America, how are you?
[00:49.69]Singin'don't you know me? I'm your native son “
[00:54.71]Yes,I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[01:00.59]And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
[01:05.96]And I was dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
[01:11.30]And it's penny a point, there ain't nobody keepin' score?
[01:16.95]Won't you pass that paper bag that holds that bottle
[01:22.29]You can feel the wheels grumblin' through the floor
[01:27.74]And the sons of Pullman porters, the sons of engineers
[01:33.22]They ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
[01:38.53]Man mothers with their babes asleep, go rockin' to the gentle beat
[01:44.44]The rhythm of the rails is all they dream
[01:49.60]Just singin', good mornin', America, how are you?
[01:54.91]Singin'don't you know me? I'm your native son“
[01:59.62]And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[02:05.85]I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
[02:17.57]Night time on the City of New Orleans
[02:22.45]Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
[02:27.56]It's halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
[02:32.84]Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' to the sea
[02:44.18]The old steel rails still ain't heard the news
[02:49.14]The conductor sings that song again, its passengers will please refrain
[02:54.65]This train gots the disappearin' railroad blues
[02:59.46]Singin', good night, America, how are you?
[03:05.47]Singin' don't you know me? I'm your native son“
[03:09.97]And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[03:15.91]I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
[03:20.83]Just singin', good night', America, how are you?
[03:26.81]Singin' don't you know me? I'm your native son“
[03:31.73]Well, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[03:37.60]And I'll be gone a long, long time when day is done