Good mornin’ America, how are you? 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 500 miles when the day is done We closed last night with a bumpy ride. In darkness we whizzed by Memphis, Fulton KY, Carbondale Ill, Champaign-Urbana Ill, and a host of unknown rail fronting towns. Night time on the city of New Orleans Changin’ cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home, we’ll be there by mornin’ I woke up to the clickity-clack and the pleasant rocking motion of our train. The sun, peeking over the mowed fields of wheat, was doing its best to color the sky. Passing lonely farm houses, you have to wonder how people stay in touch. Then you realize why Midwesterners have the reputation of being
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