Intro: Gb Verse 1: Gb Db Gb Riding on the City of New Orleans Ebm B Gb Db Illinois Central, Monday morning rail Gb Db Gb Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Ebm Db Gb Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. Ebm Bbm All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenxxxee Db Ab Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Ebm Bbm Passing trains that have no name, freight yards full of old black men Db Db7 Gb And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Chorus: B Db Gb Good morning America, how are you? Ebm B Gb Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. Db7 Gb Db Ebm Ab7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans E B Db Gb I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. Verse 2: Gb Db Gb Dealing card games with the old men in the club car Ebm B Gb Db Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score Gb Db Gb Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Ebm Db Gb Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor Ebm Bbm And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers Db Ab Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel Ebm Bbm Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat Db Db7 Gb And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. Chorus: B Db Gb Good morning America, how are you? Ebm B Gb Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. Db7 Gb Db Ebm Ab7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans E B Db Gb I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. Verse 3: Gb Db Gb Night time on the City of New Orleans Ebm B Gb Db Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Gb Db Gb Halfway home, we'll be there by morning Ebm Db Gb through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea. Ebm Bbm But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream Db Ab And the steel rail still ain't heard the news Ebm Bbm The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please Refrain Db Db7 Gb This train got the disappearing railroad blues. Chorus: B Db Gb Good night America, how are you? Ebm B Gb Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. Db7 Gb Db Ebm Ab7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans E B Db Gb I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
