D5 A5 D5
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
B5 G5 D5
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
D5 A5 D5
There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders
B5 A5 D5
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
B5 F#5
All along a southbound oddyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee
A5 E5
And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields
B5 F#5
Passin' towns that have no name, and freightyards full of old grey men
A5 A5 D5
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
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G5 A5 D5
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
B5 G5 D5 A5
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
D5 A5 B5 - Bm7 - E7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
C5 G5 A5 D5
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
D5 A5 D5
I was playin' cards with the old men in the club car.
B5 G5 D5
Penny a point, ain?t no one keepin' score
D5 A5 D5
Pass the paper bag that holds that bottle.
B5 A5 D5
I can hear the wheels rumblin' thru the floor.
B5 F#5
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers
A5 E5
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
B5 F#5
And their days are full of restless, and their dreams are full of mem'ries
A5 A5 D5
And the echos of the freight train whistle?s clear
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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.
D5 A5 D5
And its twilight on the City of New Orleans.
B5 G5 D5
Talk about your pocket full of friends
D5 A5 D5
Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin'
B5 A5 D5
With no tomorrow waiting ?round the bend
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.
