City of New Orleans
Holly Near Lyrics


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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 at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steam.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream.

Good morning 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And 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 song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

Good night, 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 five hundred miles when the day is done.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Holly Near's song, City of New Orleans, depict a journey on a train that is filled with restless riders, conductors, and sacks of mail. The train departs from Kankakee and passes through a variety of locations like houses, farms, fields, and freight yards that are full of old black men and rusted automobiles. The train is The City of New Orleans and will cover a distance of 500 miles before the day is done. The train journey is a microcosm of the American way of life; it's diverse, multi-layered, and filled with surprises.


The song also portrays the train as a place where people come together to share each other’s stories and form connections. The old men in the club car deal cards and gamble, while the mothers with their sleeping babes are rocked by the gentle rhythm of the train. Even though it is a train journey, it is as if the travelers are part of one big family with shared emotions, hardships, and experiences. The song ends with the passengers being asked to refrain from singing, and the disappearing railroad blues is a symbol of the loss of the old way of life and a nostalgic reminder of simpler times.


Overall, the lyrics of City of New Orleans are rich in metaphors and symbols, describing the life of a traveler on a train, his experiences, and the landscape that he passes through. The song reflects on the broader aspects of American life, from its diversity and connectedness to its disappearing way of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Boarding the train named City of New Orleans to undertake a journey.


Illinois Central Monday morning rail
The train belongs to Illinois Central and the journey has begun in the morning of Monday.


Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
There are fifteen train cars and fifteen anxious passengers.


Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
The train is operated with the help of three conductors and carrying twenty-five sacks of mail.


All along the southbound odyssey
Throughout the journey moving southwards,


The train pulls out at Kankakee
The train starts rolling from the station of Kankakee.


Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
During the journey, the train passes by residential areas, farmlands, and fields.


Passin' trains that have no names,
The train crosses by anonymous trains that don't have a name of their own.


Freight yards full of old black men
The train passes by several yards filled with elderly black men who work in the freight industry.


And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
The journey also passes through a place with many abandoned or discarded automobile graveyards.


Good morning America how are you?
Addressing America, a new day starts, how are things going?


Don't you know me I'm your native son,
The artist identifies themselves as a native of the country.


I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
Reiterating that the singer is a named train called The City of New Orleans.


I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
After a 500-mile journey that will end when the sun goes down, the train will be gone.


Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car.
Some men on the train are playing cards with the older men in the club car.


Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
They are keeping the score of the game by each penny gained, but nobody is keeping track.


Won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Requesting the bag with the bottle of alcohol to drink.


Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
Sensing the strong vibrations from the train wheels beneath the floor of the car.


And the sons of Pullman porters
The descendants of former black Pullman porters.


And the sons of engineers
Also, the children of train engineers.


Ride their father's magic carpets made of steam.
They too enter father's legacy and ride on the train, as if it's pure magic.


Mothers with their babes asleep,
The mothers on the train rocking their sleeping babies.


Are rockin' to the gentle beat
Rocking their infants in time with the swaying of the train.


And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream.
The constant motion of the train is so familiar to both mothers and their children that it even appears in their dreams.


Good morning America how are you?
A new morning, addressing America, how are things going today?


Don't you know me I'm your native son,
Identifying oneself once again as a native of the country.


I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
Reiterating once more that the singer is the train named City of New Orleans.


I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
After the journey, as the sun sets, The City of New Orleans will be five hundred miles away.


Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
At night, on the still-rolling train, the City of New Orleans.


Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
The train stops in Memphis, Tennessee and passengers are always required to change cars to continue their journey.


Half way home, we'll be there by morning
The train is halfway home and speeds towards its destination to reach there by the morning.


Through the Mississippi darkness
The train is traveling through Mississippi's darkness (presumably).


Rolling down to the sea.
After passing through the wilderness, the train rolls down close to the sea.


And all the towns and people seem
On the way, towns and people seem to blur away.


To fade into a bad dream
Gradually disappearing into a haze or an unpleasant dream.


And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
As the train moves away, it suggests that rail tracks still don't know what happened there.


The conductor sings his song again,
The conductor starts to sing the same song.


The passengers will please refrain
As a mark of respect to the conductor, the passengers will not indulge in any activities while the song is sung.


This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.
The train embodies the idea of a vanishing railroad line, which reflects in their mood.


Good night, America, how are you?
At night, America is addressed once again, enquiring how's everything going?


Don't you know me I'm your native son,
The artist reasserts that they are still America's native son.


I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
The singer repeats that they are known as the same train again.


I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Reiterating once again that after the long day, they will be five hundred miles away.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Steve Goodman

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