There’s something deeply moving about a song that can capture the spirit of an entire era, the landscape of a country, or the quiet melancholy of a journey. “The City of New Orleans,” penned by the talented Steve Goodman and immortalized by Arlo Guthrie’s soulful rendition, is one such song. It’s not just music; it’s a vivid narrative on rails.
This song is a heartfelt ode to the Illinois Central Railroad’s passenger train, which shares its name with the title. Riding through the heart of America from Chicago to New Orleans, the song narrates the stories of the passengers aboard, painting a poignant picture of the changing American landscape—both physical and cultural. Its lyrics, “Good morning America, how are you?” aren’t just a greeting but a check-in with the soul of a nation, offering a reflective lens on the everyday lives of its people.
What makes “The City of New Orleans” so special is its ability to evoke a sense of nostalgia and bittersweet change. It was released during a time when rail travel was starting to give way to cars and planes, symbolizing an end to what was once a dominant American experience. The song’s gentle, lilting melody paired with its vivid storytelling pulls listeners into a journey through sprawling fields and fading towns, bridging the gap between past and present.
Each listen brings a touch of the journeys we’ve all embarked upon, the transient moments of connection between strangers, and the silent passing of time witnessed through a window seat. The legacy of “The City of New Orleans” lies not just in its harmonious tune or its historical context, but in its universal message of movement and change—themes that resonate with anyone who’s ever felt the pull of the horizon.
Through Guthrie’s voice, Goodman’s lyrics have not just survived but thrived, echoing in the hearts of listeners who find in its verses a timeless reflection of America’s railways and the tales they tell.
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee
And rolls along past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name and freight yards full of old Black men
And the graveyards full of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good morning, America, how are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
[Verse 2]
Dealing cards with the old man in the club car
Penny a point, ain’t no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumbling ‘neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rocking to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[Chorus]
Good morning, America, how are you?
Say, 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 five hundred miles when the day is done
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3]
Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
[Chorus]
Good morning, America, how are you?
Say, 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 five hundred miles when the day is done