Ridin' on the city of New Orleans,
Central, Monday mornin' rail,
And twenty -five sacks of maize
On the southbound odyssey
That trembles out at Kankakee
Passing trains that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
Good morning, America, how are you?
I'm the train they call the
with the old men in the club cars
you know I'm keeping score
Feel the wheels run beneath the floor
And the sons of home importers,
Ride their father's magic
And mothers with their babes asleep
Just a -rockin' to the Genevieve
Good morning, America, how are you?
I'm the train they call the
I'll be gone for a hundred miles
We're changing cars in Memphis,
Through the Mississippi darkness,
And all the towns and people
seem to change into a bad dream
Those steel rails, still they do the news
The conductor sings his songs again
Passengers are pleased, refrained
This train got to disappearing,
There's one man in America,
I'm the train they call the
I'll be gone by a hundred miles
I'll be gone a million miles
and I'm going to turn things over to him
to tell you about this next beautiful song.
from our brand new album,
And this is a title song from the album
and lyrics by the great Russell Walden.