G D G Em C G D
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
G D G Em D G
There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
Em Bm
All along a southbound oddyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee
D A Em Bm
And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields Passin' trains that have no name, and freightyards
D C G
full of old black men and the graveyards full of the rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
C D G Em C G
Good mornin' America, how are you? Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
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I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
D G Em C G
Dealin’ card games with the old men in the club car. Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin' score
D G Em D G
Pass the paper bag that holds that bottle. Hear the wheels rumblin' ‘neath the floor
Em Bm D
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpet made of
A
steel
Em Bm D C G
Mothers with their babes asleep are rockin’ to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
[Chorus]
G D G Em C G
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans. Changin’ cars in Memphis, Tennessee
D G Em D
Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin' Through the Mississippi darkness rollin’ down to the
G
sea
Em Bm D
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel of the rails still ain't heard
A Em Bm D
the news. The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain This train has got
C G
the disappearin’ railroad blues.
[Chorus] F C D GcG
(Sorry this song is doing some weird things. I have tried to fix it, assuming that it didn't translate well from my office program, but it just keeps doing it.)
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