The City Of New Orleans Chords by Rhonda Vincent

[B] _ [Am] _ [E] _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ Riding [F#] on the city [B] of New Orleans, _ [G#m] Illinois [E] Central Monday [B] morning. _ _
_ Fifteen [F#] cars and fifteen [B] restless riders, _ [G#m] three [F#] conductors and twenty-five [B] sacks of mail. _
[G#m] All along the southbound [D#m] odyssey, the train pulls out of [F#] Kankakee, rolling past the houses, [C#] farms and _ fields.
[G#m] Passing trains that have no name, [D#m] break yards full of [G#m] old black [F#] men and the graveyards of the rusted [B] _ automobiles.
[E] Singing, Good [F#] morning America, [B] how are you? _
_ [G#m] Don't you [E] know me, I'm your [B] native son.
[F#] [B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city [G#m] of New [C#] Orleans.
[E] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when [B] the day is done. _
Dealing card games [F#] with the old [B] men in the club car, [G#m] penny a [E] point ain't no [B] one keeping score. _
Won't you pass the [F#] paper bag [B] that holds the bottle, _ [G#m] you can feel the [B] wheels rumbling beneath the floor. _
[G#m] And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of [D#m]
engineers, [F#] write their fathers magic carpets [C#] made of steel. _
_ [G#m] Mothers with their babes [D#m] asleep, rocking to the [G#m] gentle [F#] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is [B] all they keep. _
[E] Singing, Good [F#] morning America, [B] how are you?
_ [G#m] Don't you [E] know me, I'm your [B] native son. _
[F#] [B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city [G#m] of New [C#] Orleans.
[A] I'll be [E] gone five [F#] hundred miles when [B] the day is done.
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_ Night time [F#] on the city [B] of New Orleans, _ [G#m] changing [E] cars in Memphis [B] Tennessee. _
_ Halfway [F#] home we'll be [B] there by morning, _ [G#m] through the Mississippi [F#] darkness rolling [B] down to the sea.
But [G#m] all the towns and people [D#m] seem to fade [F#] into a bad dream, and the steel rail still ain't heard the [C#] news.
[G#m] The conductor sings his songs [D#m] again, the passengers will please [F#] refrain, this train's got the disappearing [B] railroad blues.
[E] Singing, Good [F#] morning America, [B] how are you?
_ [G#m] Don't you [E] know me, I'm your [B] native son.
[F#] [B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city [G#m] of New Orleans.
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[E] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when [B] the day is done.
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