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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cash
Vocals
Bill Walker
Conductor
Bob Wootton
Guitar
Marshall Grant
Bass
Ws Fluke Holland
Drums
Carl Perkins
Electric Guitar
Red Lane
Guitar
David Jones
Guitar
Jerry Shook
Guitar
Jerry Whitehurst
Guitar
Larry McCoy
Piano
J. Riddle
Harmonica
The Carter Family
Background Vocals
Jan Howard
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Goodman
Composer
Bill Walker
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Bragg
Engineer
Roger Tucker
Engineer
Jerry Watson
Engineer
Selby Coffeen
Engineer
Freeman Ramsey
Engineer
Don Law Productions
Producer
Lyrics
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twentyfour sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train rolls out of Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no name
And switch yards full of old black men
And the graveyards full of the 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
Dealin' card with an old man in the club car
Penny a point nobody's keepin' score
Hey now!
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin' '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
Rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rail 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
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs 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
Writer(s): Steve Goodman
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