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Riding on the City of New Orleans
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Illinois Central Monday morning rail
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Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
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Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
GmDm
All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee
FC
Rolls along past houses farms and fields
GmDm
Passing trains that have no name, freight yards of old black men
FF7Bb
And graveyards of rusted automobiles.
Chorus:
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Good morning America, how are you?
GmEbBb
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
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I'm a train they call the City of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Verse:
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Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
GmEbBb
Penny a point ain't noone keeping score
BbFBb
Pass the paper bag but hold the bottle
GmFBb
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
GmDm
And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers
FC
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
GmDm
Mother with her babes asleep, rocking to the gentle beat
FF7Bb
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
::Chorus::
BbFBb
Nightime on the City of New Orleans
GmEbBb
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
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Half way home we'll be there by morning
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through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
GmDm
and all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
FC
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
GmDm
The conductor sings his songs again, the passagers will please refrain
FF7Bb
This train got the disappearing railroad blues.
Chorus:
EbFBb
Good night America, How are you?
GmEbBb
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
BbFGmG7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
EbFBb
I'll be gone five hundred 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.