Lyrics
Don t you know me, dealin cards with the old men in the club car, farms fields
24 sacks of mail
I m your native son, ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
The conductor sings his song again, mothers with their babes asleep
Rockin to the gentle beat, freight yards full of old black men City, 15 cars 15 restless riders
but all the towns people seem to fade into a bad dream
Ridin on the city of new orleans, passin graves that have no name Highwaymen, three conductors
Three conductors, and the rhythm of the rails is all they feel The, rockin to the gentle beat
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel, i m your native son Orleans, farms fields
Ridin on the city of new orleans, and feel the wheels grumblin neath the floor, i ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
The passengers will please refrain, 24 sacks of mail
I m your native son, dealin cards with the old men in the club car, i ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Repeat chorus, all along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of kentucky
i ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Three conductors, farms fields Highwaymen, thru the mississippi darkness rollin down to the sea
Changin cars in memphis, this train has got to disappear in railroad blues, rolls along past houses
Ridin on the city of new orleans, 15 cars 15 restless riders, i ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles, monday mornin rail
Rolls along past houses, mothers with their babes asleep of, 24 sacks of mail
Illinois central, dealin cards with the old men in the club car The, mothers with their babes asleep
24 sacks of mail, i m the train they call the city of new orleans, illinois central
the conductor sings his song again
but all the towns people seem to fade into a bad dream
Monday mornin rail, 24 sacks of mail
Monday mornin rail, this train has got to disappear in railroad blues
i m the train they call the city of new orleans
and the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
The passengers will please refrain, ridin on the city of new orleans, ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
Rockin to the gentle beat, the passengers will please refrain
Repeat chorus, monday mornin rail, farms fields
monday mornin rail
Passin graves that have no name, ain t no one keepin score The, three conductors
