City of New Orleans Chords by Willie Nelson

[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on the [A] city [D] of New Orleans, _ _
[G] Illinois Central, Monday morning [D] rail, _ _
15 [A] cars and 15 [D] restless riders, _ [Bm] 3 [A] conductors and 25 sacks [D] on mail. _
[Bm] All along the southbound Odyssey, [F#m] the train pulls out at Canter [A] Key,
and rolls along past houses, [E] farms and fields. _ _
[Bm] Passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old black [A] men,
and the graveyards of the rusted [D] automobile. _ _ _
[G] Good morning [A] America, _ [D] _ _
say [Bm] don't you [G] know me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A] I'm [D] the train they call [A] the City of [Bm] New Orleans,
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and I'll be [C] gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done. _ _
_ _ _ _ Dealing cards [A] with the old man in [D] the club car,
_ [Bm] Kenny a point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score,
_ _ pass the paper [A] bag that holds [D] the bottle,
_ _ [Bm] Field wheels [A] rumbling beneath the [D] floor,
[A] and [Bm] the sons of home on quarters and [F#m] the sons of engineers,
ride [A] their father's magic carpet made [E] of steel.
_ [Em] [Bm] Mother with their baby asleep, [F#m] rock and toot a gentle beat,
and [A] the rhythm of the rails is all [D] they feel.
_ _ _ [G] _ [A] Good morning America, how [D] are you?
_ [Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A] _ [D] I'm the train they call [A] the City of [Bm] New [E] Orleans,
and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
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_ [D] _ _ _ High time [A] on the City of [D] New Orleans,
_ _ [Bm] changing cars [G] in Memphis, [D] Tennessee,
halfway _ home [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
_ Through [Bm] the Mississippi darkness, [A] rolling down to the [D] sea,
_ _ [F#m] [Bm] but all the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream,
and [A] the steel rails still ain't heard the [E] news.
_ The [Bm] conductor sings his songs again,
the [F#m] passengers will please refrain,
this [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blue.
_ _ [G] Good [A] morning America, how [D] are you?
_ [Bm] Say don't you [G] know me, I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A] [D] I'm the train they call [A] the City [Bm] of New _ [E] Orleans,
and I'll be [C] gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
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