Opener: Grand Square
Ridin' on the city of new orleans, 
Illinois central monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, Two conductors 
(and a-twenty-five sacks a' mail)
Dealin' card 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.)
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.) 
Alemand left and Weave
Good morning (Good Night)America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son, 
(Swing Promenade)
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Figure:  Heads(Sides)   .....    Swing the corner, promenade on down
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
I'll be long gone before the day is done