D A7 D
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Bm G D
Illinois central Monday morning rail
A7 D
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Bm A7 D
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail
Bm
All along the southbound Odyssey
F#m
The train pulls out of Kankakee
A7 E7
And rolls along the houses farms and fields
Bm
Passing towns that have no name
F#m
And freight yards full of old black men
A7 D
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
G A7 D
Good morning America how are you
Bm G D
Say don’t you know me I’m your native son
A7 D A7 Bm
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans
B+7 A7 D
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
A7 D
Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
Bm G D
Penny a point ain’t no one keeping score
A7 D
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Bm A7 D
Feel the wheels grumbling neath the floor
Bm
And the sons of Pullman porters
F#m
And the sons of engineers
A7 E7
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
Bm
Mothers with their babes a sleep
F#m
А rocking to the gentle beat
A7 D
And the rhythm of the rail is all they feel
G A7 D
Good morning America how are you
Bm G D
Say don’t you know me I’m your native son
A7 D A7 Bm
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans
B+7 A7 D
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is don
A7 D
Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
Bm G D
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
A7 D
Halfway home and we’ll be there by morning
Bm A7 D
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
Bm
And all the towns and people seem
F#m
To fade into a bad dream
A7 E7
And the steel rail still ain’t heard the news
Bm
The conductor sings his song again
F#m
The passengers will please refrain
A7 D
This trains got the disappearing railroad blues
G A7 D
Good morning America how are you
Bm G D
Say don’t you know me I’m your native son
A7 D A7 Bm
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans
B+7 A7 D
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is don
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Bm G D
Illinois central Monday morning rail
A7 D
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Bm A7 D
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail
Bm
All along the southbound Odyssey
F#m
The train pulls out of Kankakee
A7 E7
And rolls along the houses farms and fields
Bm
Passing towns that have no name
F#m
And freight yards full of old black men
A7 D
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
G A7 D
Good morning America how are you
Bm G D
Say don’t you know me I’m your native son
A7 D A7 Bm
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans
B+7 A7 D
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
A7 D
Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
Bm G D
Penny a point ain’t no one keeping score
A7 D
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Bm A7 D
Feel the wheels grumbling neath the floor
Bm
And the sons of Pullman porters
F#m
And the sons of engineers
A7 E7
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
Bm
Mothers with their babes a sleep
F#m
А rocking to the gentle beat
A7 D
And the rhythm of the rail is all they feel
G A7 D
Good morning America how are you
Bm G D
Say don’t you know me I’m your native son
A7 D A7 Bm
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans
B+7 A7 D
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is don
A7 D
Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
Bm G D
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
A7 D
Halfway home and we’ll be there by morning
Bm A7 D
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
Bm
And all the towns and people seem
F#m
To fade into a bad dream
A7 E7
And the steel rail still ain’t heard the news
Bm
The conductor sings his song again
F#m
The passengers will please refrain
A7 D
This trains got the disappearing railroad blues
G A7 D
Good morning America how are you
Bm G D
Say don’t you know me I’m your native son
A7 D A7 Bm
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans
B+7 A7 D
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is don
