Chords for City of New Orleans - Ger O Donnell & One for the Foxes

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_ Riding [G] on the [B] city of [C] New Orleans, _
_ [Am] Illinois [F] Central, Monday [C] morning rail, _
_ 15 [G] cars and 15 restless [C] riders, _ _ [Am] 3 conductors, [G] [C] 25 sacks of mail. _ _
[Am] All along the South Bond [Em] Odyssey, the train pulls out of Cancun [G] Heath,
rolls along past houses, [D] farms and fields, _ [Am] passing trains that have no name,
[Em] grey charts full of old black [G] men, and the graveyards of the rusted [C] _ automobiles. _
[G] [F] Good [G] morning America, [C] how are you?
Say, [Am] don't you know me, [C] I'm your data's son.
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I'm [C] the train that [G] calls the city of [Am] New [G] Orleans.
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[F] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles when the [C] day is done. _
_ _ _ _ Dealing card [G] games with the [B] old man in [C] the clubhouse,
_ [Em] [Am] at any point [F] ain't no one keeping [C] score.
_ _ Pass the paper [G]
bag and hold [C] the bottle,
_ _ [Am] feel the [G] wheels rumble [C] underneath the floor.
_ _ [Am] I'm the sons of Pullman porters [Em] and the sons of engineers,
[G] ride their fathers' magic carpets made of [D] steel.
_ _ [Am] Mothers with their babes asleep, [Em] rocking to a gentle beat,
[G] and the rhythm of the rails is all [C] they feel.
_ [F] Good [G] morning [C] America, how are you?
_ [Am] Say, don't you know [F] me, [C] I'm your data's son.
_ [G] _ [C] I'm the train that [G] calls the city [Am] of New [G] Orleans.
[D] _ [Bb] I'll be [F] gone 500 [G]
miles when the [C] day is done.
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[C] _ _ _ _ [F] Good [G] morning [C] America, how are you?
_ [Am] Say, don't you know [F] me, [C] I'm your data's son.
[G] _ [C] I'm the train that [G] calls the city [Am] of New [G] Orleans.
[D] _ [Bb] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles when the [C] day is done. _ _ _ _ _
Night time in the city of New Orleans, _
_ [Am] changing cars [F] in Memphis, [C] Tennessee. _ _
_ Halfway there [Em] and we'll be there by [C] morning,
through [Am] the Mississippi darkness [G] rolling down to the [C] sea. _ _
[Am] But all the towns and people seem [Em] to fade into a bad [G] dream.
The steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The [Am] conductor sings his songs again.
[Em] The passengers will please [G] refrain.
This train's got the disappearing [C] railroad blues. _
[F] Good [G] night America, [C] how are you?
Say, [Am] don't you [F] know me, I'm your [C] data's son.
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I'm [C] the train that [G] calls the city [Am] of New [G] Orleans.
[D] _
[Bb] I'll be gone [F] [G] 500 miles when the [C] day is done.
_ [F] Good [G] morning America, [C] how are you? _
[Am] Say, don't you know [F] me, I'm your [C] data's son. _
[G] [C] I'm the train that [G] calls the city [Am] of New [G] Orleans.
[D] [Bb] I'll be [F] gone 500 [G] miles when the day [C] is done.
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