and all other parts of the World!!
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the south bound 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 graveyards of 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
Words by Steve Goodman
Moving on across the grasslands and mountain streams,,five hundred miles before the day is done!!!!!!!!!!