DAD
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
BmGD
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
DAD
There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders
BmAD
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
BmF#m
All along a southbound oddyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee
AE
And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields
BmF#m
Passin' towns that have no name, and freightyards full of old grey men
AA7D
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Refrão:
GA7D
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
BmGDA7
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
DABm-Bm7-E7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
CGAD
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
DAD
I was playin' cards with the old men in the club car.
BmGD
Penny a point, ain?t no one keepin' score
DAD
Pass the paper bag that holds that bottle.
BmAD
I can hear the wheels rumblin' thru the floor.
BmF#m
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers
AE
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
BmF#m
And their days are full of restless, and their dreams are full of mem'ries
AA7D
And the echos of the freight train whistle?s clear
Refrão:
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
Sayin' don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
DAD
And its twilight on the City of New Orleans.
BmGD
Talk about your pocket full of friends
DAD
Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin'
BmAD
With no tomorrow waiting ?round the bend
Singin' good night America, how are you?
'Said don't you know me?, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
Sayin' don't you know me? I'm your native son
Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.