I will list the top
10 posts in order of popularity. The gold medal goes to New Orleans, while
Mothers and their children and San Francisco part I, take the silver and bronze
medals respectively.  As of today, Grand
Canyon, The car trip, Cook County Hospital, Monument Valley, Fountain of Youth,
The Hermit and Which vehicle did we drive, complete the list.
Riding on the City Of New Orleans 
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless
riders 
Three Conductors; twenty-five sacks
of mail 
All along the southbound odyssey -
the train pulls out of Kankakee 
And rolls along past houses, farms,
and fields 
Passing trains that have no name, and
freight yards full of old black men 
And the graveyards of the rusted
automobile 
Good morning, America, how are you? 
Say, 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 
Dealing card games with the old man
in the Club Car 
Penny a point - ain't no one keeping
score 
As the paper bag that holds the
bottle 
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the
floor 
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and
the sons of Engineers 
Ride their father's magic carpets
made of steel 
And, mothers with their babes asleep
rocking to the gentle beat 
And the rhythm of the rails is all
they feel 
Good morning, America, how are you? 
Say, 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 
Night time on the City Of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee 
Halfway 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 rail still ain't heard
the news 
The conductor sings his songs again -
the passengers will please refrain 
This train got the disappearing
railroad blues 
Good night, America, how are you? 
Say, 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
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