About the song
“A Timeless Journey Down the Mississippi”
If you’ve ever felt the tug of nostalgia or the allure of the open road, then “City of New Orleans” by The Highwaymen is a song that will undoubtedly resonate with you. Released as part of their live album, American Outlaws: Live at Nassau Coliseum in 1990, this classic track is a timeless tribute to the heart and soul of America.
The Highwaymen, a supergroup comprised of country music legends Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, and Kris Kristofferson, brought together a unique blend of experiences and musical styles. Their harmonies and storytelling abilities were second to none, and “City of New Orleans” is a prime example of their collective talent.
The song paints a vivid picture of a leisurely train journey down the Mississippi River. Steve Goodman’s evocative lyrics capture the essence of small-town America, from the friendly faces at the train station to the sights and sounds of the passing countryside. The Highwaymen’s soulful performance brings these images to life, transporting listeners to a simpler time.
The melody is both catchy and memorable, with a steady rhythm that mirrors the rhythmic chugging of a locomotive. The guitar solos add a touch of twang and bluesy flair, perfectly complementing the song’s nostalgic theme. And let’s not forget the iconic chorus, which has become synonymous with the song itself.
“City of New Orleans” is more than just a song; it’s a journey. It’s a reminder of the importance of slowing down and appreciating the simple things in life. Whether you’re a lifelong fan of country music or simply looking for a comforting tune, this classic track is sure to leave a lasting impression.
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Lyrics
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
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
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
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
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