The City of New Orleans
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms & fields
Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

[Chorus]
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

Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

[Chorus]

Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea

But all the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
"The passengers will please refrain,
This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The City of New Orleans is a song by singer-songwriter, Johnny Cash, which was made famous by Arlo Guthrie's version in 1972. This song is about a train journey from the north to the south, which is a metaphor for a journey through life. The train in the song travels through Kankakee, which is where the Illinois Central Railroad has a division. It passes through fields, farms, and graveyards without names where the workers are buried. The train also passes through freight yards where old black men work and the graveyards of rusted automobiles. This symbolizes that although the train runs through the countryside, it still passes by the lifeblood of the country, the workers who do not have any grave markers, and the forgotten parts of American history.


The train also carries with it the social history of America, as Cash sings about dealing cards with old men in the club car, where there is no one keeping score. He also sings about the Pullman porters and engineers and their sons who ride their fathers’ magic carpet made of steel. Mothers rock their babies to sleep, while the rhythmic movement of the train lulls them into calmness. The song’s melancholic tone pervades its theme of the end of the railroad era, which symbolizes the end of an era in American history, as well as the decline and loss of the American railroads.


Line by Line Meaning

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Traveling by train on the City of New Orleans


Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
Riding on the Illinois Central railway on a Monday morning


15 cars and 15 restless riders
The train has 15 cars and 15 passengers who are anxious about their journey


Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
There are three train conductors and 25 bags of mail on board


All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
The train is traveling southbound from Kankakee on its journey


Rolls along past houses, farms & fields
Passes by various landscapes of houses, farms, and fields


Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
The train passes by unmarked graves and freight yards where there are many older African American men present


And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Also passes by a graveyard of abandoned and rusted automobiles


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
The singer greets America on his journey and introduces himself as a native son riding the train called City of New Orleans which will have travelled 500 miles by the end of the day


Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car. Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score. Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle. And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
The singer is playing cards with some elderly men in the train car and they are drinking from a paper bag while feeling the train's vibrations on the floor


And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers. Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel. Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat. And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Some passengers on the train are the children of Pullman porters and engineers, and they ride on their fathers' train 'magic carpets' made of steel. Mothers with sleeping babies are also on board, and everyone is feeling the rhythmic vibrations of the train


Night time on the City of New Orleans. Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee. Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'. Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
It is nighttime and the train is changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. The train is halfway through its journey and will arrive at the destination by the morning, while travelling through the darkness of Mississippi towards the sea


But all the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream. And the steel rail still ain't heard the news. The conductor sings his song again. 'The passengers will please refrain, This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues
The singer feels disconnected from the outside world, as the towns and people outside of the train seem like a bad dream. The train's steel rails haven't heard any news, and the conductor repeats an announcement telling passengers not to expect to see these towns or people again, due to the train's disappearing railroad blues.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ILAN GOLDHIRSH, STEVE GOODMAN

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Jan Laser

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 games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
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 feel

Good morning America how are you?
Said 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
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's got the disappearing railroad blues

Good night, America, how are you?
Said 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



All comments from YouTube:

arnold trogman

Johnny Cash's voice and persona make it authentic and genuine... Nobody's better than Johnny... maybe as good... but never better.

Jamie Capes

That's 110 per cent true

Jamie Conger

love what Vince Gill said at the country music awards-- "If God had a voice it would belong to Johnny Cash" oh the man was a phenomenon-- he was so talented and I just love his songs- this one is my favorite

osmosys808

What a great song. I wish they still made music like this. So simple and real.

CHUCK - The Country Boy - HOUSTON

Thank you so much Steve Goodman and thank you Johnny Cash for this jewel and the way you are singing Johnny. May God bless Nashville. Chuck

empty old account

he did a wonderful job, I love it.

Seamus Jones

Johnny was the like the collective voice of all our Dads. He was larger then life. The Man!

Ronaldo Jr.

apesar de não conhecer ainda.. acredito que nova orleans seja linda tem um pouco de rio de janeiro... o lance do carnaval e tudo.. rsrs sei q bem diferente mas ainda assim é festa popular... povão rsrsrs e show imconparavel do johny... um dos maiores cantores que ja tive a oportunidade de ouvir.. ainda que eu so tenha 27 anos... e nunca o vi cantar pessoalmente.. sempre que o ouço fico emocionado!!!

MetalMonarchy

Im 19 and used to listen to this all the time when i saw my dad when i was 4/5. This is literalythe first time since then ive heard this song. Boy this song has history.

comrade stalin

this is one of his best recordings

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