Chords for Arlo Guthrie City Of New Orleans Oct 2 2017 Chicago nunupics

I'll sing you a song.
I said, come on, man.
I [Em] don't want to hear no songs.
I [N] don't, I hate songs.
[D] I don't even like my songs.
Why should I listen to your [Bb] song?
I was just [D] tired.
I was being a
butt head.
I wanted to get out of there.
The guy said, Arlo, I just want to sing you one song, man.
[Em] I said, okay, I'll tell you what, buy me a [E] beer and I'll sit here and drink it.
[A]
And, [Bb] uh, long as it lasts, you can [D] do whatever you want.
He says, that sounds like a good deal.
I says, it [Ab] does.
[G] Turned out to be one of the finer beers [N] of my entire life.
Turns out that guy wrote some great songs.
His name is Steve Goodman.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] Became friends that night [Gb] and, uh, he sang me a song [A] he had just written.
It was called
City [F] of New Orleans.
And, [Bb] uh, [E] he played it for me.
I said, Steve, [G] that's a hell of a good song.
He got right there.
He said, Arlo, thank you so much.
Would you do me a favor and [N] give that song
to Johnny Cash for me? _
_ _ I said, sure.
Thanks, Steve. _ _
I did too.
I played that song for Johnny Cash,
but [G] Cash had already recorded a bunch of train songs.
Didn't want to get stuck in the train song
Johnny.
[Bb] So he passed on it, which worked out fine for me.
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] Riding on [C] the city of [F] New Orleans, _ [Dm] Illinois Central, [Bb] Monday morning,
[F] _
_ [F] _ 15 cars, [C] 15 restless riders, _ [Dm] three conductors, [C] 25 [F] sacks of mail.
All _ [Dm] along the southbound odyssey, [Am] the train pulls out a can of tea,
[C] rolls along past houses, farms [G] and fields.
_ [Dm] Passing trains that have no [Am] names,
freight yards full of old black [C] men, the graveyards of the rusted [F] _ automobiles.
[Bb] Good [C] morning America, [F] how are ya?
[Dm] Say, don't you know [F] me?
I'm your native son.
_ [C] _
[F] I'm the train that [C] calls the city [D] of New Orleans.
[B] _
[Eb] I'll be gone [C] 500 miles when the [F] day is done. _
_ _ _ _ Dealing card [C] games with the old men [F] in the club cars.
_ _ [Dm] Penny a [Bb] point, ain't no one keeping [F] score.
[Bb] _ _ [F] Pass the [C] paper bag that [F] holds the bottle.
_ [Dm] Feel the [C] wheels rumbling [F] beneath the floor.
_ [D] And the sons of home importers,
[Am] and the sons of engineers, ride [C] their fathers magic carpet made [G] of steel.
_ [Dm] Mothers with their babes asleep, [Am] rocking to the gentle beat.
[C] Grab the rhythm of the rail, that's all they [F] feel.
_ [Bb] Good morning [C] America, [F] how are ya?
Say, [Dm] don't you know me?
[F] I'm your native son.
[C] I'm [F] the train that calls [C] the city of [D] New Orleans.
_ [B] I'll [Eb] be gone 500 [C] miles when the day [F] is done.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ [C] Nighttime on the city [F] of New Orleans. _
_ [Dm] Changing cars [Bb] in Memphis, [F] Tennessee.
_ [Bb] _
_ [F] Halfway home [C] and we'll be there [F] by morning.
In [Dm] the Mississippi darkness, [C] rolling down to [F] the sea. _ _
[D] But all the towns [Dm] and people seem [Am] to fade into a bad dream.
[C] And steel rams to lean her [G] canoes. _
The [Dm] conductor sings his songs again.
[Am] The passengers will please refrain.
[C] Because trains got to disappear in railroad [F] _ blues.
[Bb] And good night [C] America, [F] how are ya? _
[Dm] Say, don't you know me?
[Bb] I'm your native [F] son.
_ [C]
I'm [F] the train that calls [C] the city of [D] New Orleans.
[B] _
[Eb] I'll be gone 500 [C] miles when the [F] day is done. _
[Bb] Oh, good night [C] America, [F] how are ya?
[Dm] Say, don't you know [Bb] me?
I'm your [F] native son.
[C] _
[F] I'm the train that [C] calls the city [D] of New Orleans.
[Bm] _
[Eb] I'll be gone 500 [C] miles when the day [F] is done. _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _