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Riding on the city of New Orleans
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Illinois central Monday morning rail
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Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
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Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail
Am
All along the southbound Odyssey
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The train pulls out of Kankakee
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And rolls along the houses farms and fields
Am
Passing towns that have no name
Em
And freight yards full of old black men
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And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
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Good morning America how are you
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Say don't you know me I'm your native son
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I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
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Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
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Penny a point ain't no one keeping score
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Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
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Feel the wheels grumbling neath the floor
Am
And the sons of Pullman porters
Em
And the sons of engineers
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Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
Am
Mothers with their babes a sleep
EmA rocking to the gentle beat
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