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Ridin' 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 south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee,
Rolls along past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name, and freight yards full of of old black men
And the graveyards of their rusted automobiles.