NOTE: This is John Denver's version of this classic american song most known by Arlo Guthrie.

The lyrics are slightly different than Arlos' version. However, I prefer these ones.

Also you can watch Fretkillr's cover of this on Youtube to help you playin. He's the 
one I've seen on youtube playin with these same chords and lyrics.
By the way, this is the only tab I've seen on the web with these chords (that I think 
better) so I decided to send it.

(Intro)

D (xx0232@1)              A (x02220@1)           DRidin' (xx0232@1)on the City of New Orleans
Bm (x24432@1)             G (320003@1)           DIllinois (xx0232@1)Central Monday mornin' rail
D (xx0232@1)              A (x02220@1)             DThere's (xx0232@1)15 cars, and 15 restless riders
Bm (x24432@1)            A (x02220@1)            D3 (xx0232@1)conductors and 25 sacks of mail

Bm (x24432@1)                             F#mAll (244222@1)along a southbound oddyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee
A (x02220@1)                                        EAnd (022100@1)rolls along past the houses, farms and fields
Bm (x24432@1)                             F#mPassin' (244222@1)towns that have no name, and freightyards full of old grey men
A (x02220@1)                A7 (x02020@1)               DThe (xx0232@1)graveyards of the rusted automobiles


Chorus:
G (320003@1)                   A7 (x02020@1)             DSingin' (xx0232@1)good mornin' America, how are you?
       Bm (x24432@1)               G (320003@1)             D (xx0232@1)        A7Sayin' (x02020@1)don't you know me?, I'm your native son
        D (xx0232@1)                 A (x02220@1)         Bm-Bm7-E7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
       C (x32010@1)    G (320003@1)   A (x02220@1)                   DI'll (xx0232@1)be gone 500 miles when the day is done.


D (xx0232@1)                 A (x02220@1)                           DI (xx0232@1)was playin' cards with the old men in the club car.
Bm (x24432@1)            G (320003@1)                   DPenny (xx0232@1)a point, ain't no one keepin' score
D (xx0232@1)             A (x02220@1)                   DPass (xx0232@1)the paper bag that holds that bottle.
Bm (x24432@1)                  A (x02220@1)               DI (xx0232@1)can hear the wheels rumblin' thru the floor.

Bm (x24432@1)                             F#mAnd (244222@1)the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers
A (x02220@1)                                       ERide (022100@1)their father's magic carpet made of steel
Bm (x24432@1)                                 F#mAnd (244222@1)their days are full of restless, and their dreams are full of mem'ries
A (x02220@1)                  A7 (x02020@1)                    DAnd (xx0232@1)the echos of the freight train whistle's clear


Chorus:
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
Sayin' 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.


D (xx0232@1)                   A (x02220@1)           DAnd (xx0232@1)its twilight on the City of New Orleans.
Bm (x24432@1)             G (320003@1)                DTalk (xx0232@1)about your pocket full of friends
D (xx0232@1)                   A (x02220@1)             DHalf (xx0232@1)way home, and we'll be there by mornin'
Bm (x24432@1)             A (x02220@1)                DWith (xx0232@1)no tomorrow waiting 'round the bend


Chorus 2:
Singin' good night America, how are you?
'Said 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.

Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
Sayin' don't you know me? I'm your native son
Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.


Tabbed by ear by Migue, with the help of Fretkillr's video ;)