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CITY OF NEW ORLEANS
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Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
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Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, three conductors and 25 sacks of mail
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And all along the southbound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee
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And it pulls along past houses, farms and fields
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Passing trains that have no names, 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. 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, I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car, penny a point ain’t no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle and feel the wheels a-rumbling neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers, ride their father’s magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep are rocking to the gentle beat
and the rhythm of the rails is all they hear.
RED RIVER VALLEY
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From this valley they say you are going, we will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
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for they say you are taking the sunshine, that has brightened our paths all the while
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Come and sit by my side if you love me, do not hasten to bid me adieu
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Just remember the Red River Valley, and the cowboy who loved you so true.
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