C G7 C
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Am F C
Illinois central Monday morningrail
G7 C
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Am G7 C
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail
Am
All along the southbound Odyssey
Em
The train pulls out from Kankakee
G7 D7
Rolls along past houses farms and fields
Am
Passing trains that have no name
Em
Freight yards full of old black men
G7 C
And the grave yards of the rusted automobiles
CHORUS:
F G7 C
Good morning America how are you?
Am F C
Say don’t you know me I’m your native son
G7 C G7 Am
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans
D7 F G C
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
C G7 C
Playing cards with the old men in the club car
Am F C
Penny a point ain’t no one keeping score
G7 C
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Am G7 C
Feel the wheels rumbling beneath the floor
Am
And the sons of Pullman porters
Em
And the sons of engineers
G7 D7
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
Am
Mothers with their babes a sleep
Em
А rocking to the gentle beat
G7 C
The rhythm of the rail is all they feel
CHORUS:
F G7 C
Good morning America how are you?
Am F C
Say don’t you know me I’m your native son
G7 C G7 Am
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans
D7 F G C
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
C G7 C
Night-time on the city of New Orleans
Am F C
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
G7 C
Halfway home and we’ll be there by morning
Am G7 C
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
Am
And all the towns and people seem
Em
To fade into a bad dream
G7 D7
The steel rail still ain’t heard the news
Am
The conductor sings his song again
Em
Passengers will please refrain
G7 C
This trains got the disappearing railroad blues
CHORUS:
F G7 C
Good morning America how are you?
Am F C
Say don’t you know me I’m your native son
G7 C G7 Am
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans
D7 F G C
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
