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 Refr?o: 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 Refr?o: 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.