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G D G Riding on the City of New Orleans, Em C G D Illinois Central, Monday morning rail, G D G Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, G D G Three conductors, and twenty five sacks of mail. Em All along the southbound odyssey, Bm The train pulls out of Kankakee, D A And rolls along the houses, farms and fields. Em Passing trains that have no name, Bm And freight yards full of old black men, D G And graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Chorus : C D G Good morning America, how are you? Em C G Say don't you know me, I'm your native son. D G D Em A7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, F C D G I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
G D G Dealing card games with the old men in the club cars,
Em C G D A penny a point, ain't no one keeping score.
G D G Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle,
D G And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor. Em And the sons of Pullman porters, Bm
And the sons of engineers,
D A Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel. Em
Mothers with their babes asleep, Bm
Rocking to the gentle beat,
D G And the rythm of the rails is all they feel. Chorus
G D G Nighttime on the City of New Orleans,
Em C G D Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee.
G D G Halfway home, and we'll be there by morning,
D G Through the Misissippi darkness, rolling down to the sea. Em But all the towns and people seem
Bm To fade into a bad dream,
D A The steel rail still ain't heard the news. Em The conductor sings his songs again,
Bm The passengers will please refrain,
D G This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues. Chorus :
C D G Good night America, how are you? Em C G Say don't you know me, I'm your native son. D G D Em A7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, F C D G I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
