D A D
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Bm G D
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
D A D
There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders
Bm A D
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
Bm F#m
All along a southbound oddyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee
A E
And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields
Bm F#m
Passin' towns that have no name, and freightyards full of old grey men
A A7 D
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Chorus:
G A7 D
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
Bm G D A7
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
D A Bm-Bm7-E7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
C G A D
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
D A D
I was playin' cards with the old men in the club car.
Bm G D
Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin' score
D A D
Pass the paper bag that holds that bottle.
Bm A D
I can hear the wheels rumblin' thru the floor.
Bm F#m
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers
A E
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Bm F#m
And their days are full of restless, and their dreams are full of mem'ries
A A7 D
And the echos of the freight train whistle’s clear
Chorus:
G A7 D
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
Bm G D A7
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
D A Bm-Bm7-E7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
C G A D
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
D A D
And its twilight on the City of New Orleans.
Bm G D
Talk about your pocket full of friends
D A D
Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin'
Bm A D
With no tomorrow waiting ‘round the bend
Chorus:
G A7 D
Singin' good night' America, how are you?
Bm G D A7
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
D A Bm-Bm7-E7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
C G A D
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
Chorus:
G A7 D
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
Bm G D A7
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
D A Bm-Bm7-E7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
C G A D
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
