Hey guys, this is my first tab but i think its pretty close, all the other tabs for this 
song i found were all in the wrong key so i sounded it out the best i could. hope you 
all enjoy it.

Verse

F# (244322@1)            C# (x43121@1)      F#Ridin' (244322@1)on the City of New Orleans

Ebm (xx4342@1)             B (x2444x@1)           F#Illinois (244322@1)Central, Monday mornin' rail

F# (244322@1)      C# (x43121@1)       F#15 (244322@1)cars & 15 restless riders

Ebm (xx4342@1)            C# (x43121@1)           F#Three (244322@1)conductors, 25 sacks of mail

Bridge

Ebm (xx4342@1)                                             BbAll (x1333x@1)along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee

C# (x43121@1)                             AbRolls (xx1114@1)along past houses, farms & fields

Ebm (xx4342@1)                              BbPassin' (x1333x@1)graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men

C# (x43121@1)           C#sus4 (x13341@4) F#And (244322@1)the graveyards of rusted automobiles

Chorus

B (x2444x@1)            C# (x43121@1)       F# (244322@1) Good mornin' America, how are you?

Ebm (xx4342@1)               B (x2444x@1)           F#Don't (244322@1)you know me? I'm your native son!

F# (244322@1)              C# (x43121@1)         F#I'm (244322@1)the train they call the City of New Orleans

E (022100@1)  B (x2444x@1)  C# (x43121@1)                F#I'll (244322@1)be gone 500 miles when the day is done



Dealin' cards 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
And feel the wheels rumblin' neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good mornin' 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 500 miles when the day is done.

Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' 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 disappea rin' 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 500 miles when the day is done.