Well, what do you know? We won! Oh, no! Yay! That's... celebrate! Yeah, with a song! Of course, with a song! Uh-huh, a railroad song! And a one and a two. Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail There are 15 cars and 15 restless riders Three conductors and 25 sex and man They're all out on the southbound out of the sun And the train pulls out a kankakee Rules pass the houses, farms and fields Passing towns that have no names The freight yards full of old black men And the grave yards of rusty and not-omobiles Saying it good, foreign and America, how are you? Saying don't you know we're an amenated son? Yes, I'm the train that calls to city of New Orleans And I'll be gone 500 miles and a half is done And the sun's up full and four hours Sons of engineers They ride the father's magic carpet made of steel And mothers with the beams of steel Go rock into the gentle beat The rhythms of the rails is all they dream Just a singing good morning America, how are you? Saying don't you know we're an amenated son? And I'm the train that calls to city of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles and a half is done And I'll be gone 500 miles and a half is done Changing cars of Memphis Tennessee Or it's halfway home, but we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling to the sea Just a singing good night, America, how are you? Say, and 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 gone