The City of New Orleans (with lyrics) Chords

_ _ _ _ _ Riding _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans,
_ _ [D#m] Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail,
_ _ 15 [C#] cars and 15 [F#] restless riders,
_ [D#m] 3 conductors, [C#] 25 [F#] sacks of mail.
_ [D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey,
[A#m] the train pulls out at Kankakee,
[C#] rolls along past houses, [G#] farms and fields,
_ _ [D#m] passing trains that have no name,
[A#m] the freight yards full of old black men,
[C#] and the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile.
_ _ [B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Said, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
_ I'm the train that called [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans.
[G#] I'll [B] be gone in 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _ _ _ _
Dealing card games [C#] with the old men in the [F#] club cars, _
[D#m] penny a point, [B] ain't no one keeping [F#] score, _ _ _
past the paper [C#] bag that [F#] holds the bottle, _ _
[D#m] feel the wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor.
_ And [D#m] the sons of home importers, and [A#m] the sons of engineers,
write [C#] their fathers magic carpets made [G#] of steel. _
[D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
[C#] and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
Good _
[B] _ [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you? _
[D#m] Said, don't you know me?
[B] I'm your native [F#] son.
_ [C#] _
[F#] I'm the train that called [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans.
[G#] I'll [E] be gone in 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done. _ _
_ _ _ Night time [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans,
_ _ [D#m] changing [B] cars in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee.
_ _ _ Halfway [C#] home, we'll be there [F#] by morning,
_ [D#m] through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down [F#] to the sea.
_ _ [D#m] But all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream,
[C#] and the steel rail still ain't heard the [G#] news.
_ [D#m] The conductor sings his songs [A#m] again,
the passengers will please [C#] refrain,
this train got to disappear and the [F#] railroad lose.
_ _ [B] Good [C#] night America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Said, don't you [B] know me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
_ I'm the train that called the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
_ [E] I'll be gone in [C#] 500 miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _ _ _ _ _
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