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CITY OF NEW ORLEANS     -       Arlo Guthrie

Capo on 4th 

Intro:  D 

D                A          D                                        
   Riding on the    City of    New Orleans
Bm                   G                 D       D                       
    Illinois Central    Monday morning    rail  
D                   A                   D                            
   Fifteen cars and    fifteen restless    riders
Bm                       A                       D                    
    Three conductors and    twenty-five sacks of    mail.
         Bm                                                        
All a -    long the south bound odyssey, -
                                                                 
the F#m  train pulls out of Kenkakee
A                                    E                              
   Rolls along past houses farms and    fields
Bm                                                                  
    Passing trains that have no name, -
F#m                                                                  
     freight yards of old black men
     A                A7                 D                           
And    graveyards of    rusted automo -    biles.

Chorus:
G                   A7              D                                 
   Good morning A -     merica, how    are you?
      Bm                     G                  D          A7          
Say,     don't you know me,    I'm your native     son. -    I'm
     D                       A              Bm         Bm/A - E7/Ab               
the     train they call the    City of New    Orleans 
         C            G          A                        D        D    
I'll be    gone five    hundred    miles when the day is    done. 


         D                      A                 D                 
Dealing    card games with the    old men in the    club car
Bm                     G                 D        D                     
   Penny a point ain't    no one keeping    score 
D                 A                      D                           
   Pass the paper    bag that hold?s the    bottle
Bm                 A                      D                           
   Feel the wheels    rumbling 'neath the    floor
         Bm                                   F#m                     
And the    sons of Pullman porters - and the    sons of engineers
            A                                 E                    
Ride their    father's magic carpets made of    steel
Bm                                 F#m                                 
    Mother with her babes asleep -     rocking to the gentle beat
         A                A7                   D                     
And the    rhythm of the    rails is all they    feel.

Chorus:
G                   A7              D                                 
   Good morning A -     merica, how    are you?
      Bm                     G                  D          A7          
Say,     don't you know me,    I'm your native     son. -    I'm
     D                       A              Bm         Bm/A - E7/Ab               
the     train they call the    City of New    Orleans 
         C            G          A                        D        D    
I'll be    gone five    hundred    miles when the day is    done. 


D                    A              D                                
   Night time on the    City of New    Orleans
Bm                   G                   D      D                       
    Changing cars in    Memphis Tennes -    see 
D               A                    D                               
   Halfway home    we'll be there by    morning
             Bm                      A                      D        
through the    Mississippi darkness    rolling down to the    sea.
     Bm                                    F#m                        
But    all the towns and people seem - to     fade into a dark dream
         A                                   E                     
And the    steel rail still ain't heard the    news
           Bm                                     F#m                 
The con -    ductor sings his songs again, - the     passengers will please refrain
      A                        A7                  D                 
This    train got the disap -    pearing railroad    blues.

Chorus:
G                   A7              D                                 
   Good morning A -     merica, how    are you?
      Bm                     G                  D          A7          
Say,     don't you know me,    I'm your native     son. -    I'm
     D                       A              Bm         Bm/A - E7/Ab               
the     train they call the    City of New    Orleans 
         C            G          A                        D        D    
I'll be    gone five    hundred    miles when the day is    done. 

Outro:
D - A - D - Bm - G - D     fade during playing 

D     xx0232
A     x02220
Bm    x24432
G     320033
F#m   244222
E     022100
A7    x02020
Bm/A  x04432
E7/Ab 422430
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