Chords for ~ JUDY COLLINS ~ City Of New Orleans ~

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_ [D#] _ _ [B] Riding [F#] on the city [B] of New Orleans, _ [G#m] Illinois [E] Central, Monday [B] morning red.
_ _ Fifteen [F#] cars and fifteen [B] restless riders, [G#m] three [F#] conductors, twenty-five [B]
sacraments.
_ [G#m] On the southbound Odyssey, [D#m] the train pulls out of Kankakee,
[F#] rolls along past houses, [C#] smiles at _ _ [G#m] beings.
Passing trains that have no [A#] name,
[D#m] graveyards full of old black [F#] men, and the graveyard [G#] of the rusted [B] automobile.
_ _ _ [E] Good [F#] morning America, [B] how are ya?
_ [G#m] Say don't you [E] know me, I'm your [B] native [F#] son.
[B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city [G#m] of New Orleans.
[C#m] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when the [B] day is done.
_ Playing [F#] cards with the old [B] men in the club car,
[G#m] a penny a [E] point, ain't no one [B] keeping score.
_ Pass the [F#] paper bag that [B] holds the bottle,
_ [G#m] and feel the [F#] wheels rumbling [B] beneath the floor.
[G#m] And the sons of Coleman, Porters, [D#m] and the sons of engineers,
[F#] ride their fathers' magic carpet [C#m] made of [C#] steel.
_ [G#m] _ Mothers with their babes [D#m] asleep, rockin' to the gentle [F#] beat,
the rhythm of the rails is [B] all they feel.
_ [E] Good [F#] morning America, [B] how are ya?
[G#m] Say don't you [E] know me, I'm your [B] native son.
_ I'm the train they [F#] call the city [G#m] of New Orleans.
[E] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when the [B] day is done.
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_ _ _ _ [F#] Nighttime on the city [B] of New Orleans,
_ [G#m] changing [E] cars in Memphis, [B]
Tennessee.
_ _ Halfway [F#] along and we'll be [B] there by morning,
[G#m] through the Mississippi [F#] darkness rolling [B] down to the sea.
[G#m] And all the towns and people [D#m] seem to change into a bad [F#] dream.
The steel rails still ain't [C#] heard the news.
[G#m] The conductor sings his songs [D#m] again, passengers will please [F#] refrain.
This train's about to disappear in [B] railroad _ blues.
[E] Good [F#] night America, [B]
how are ya?
[G#m] Say don't you [E] know me, I'm your [B] native son.
I'm the train they [F#] call the city [G#m] of New Orleans.
[E] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when the [B] day is done.
_ [E] Gone a [F#] million miles when the [B] race is done.
_ [A] I'll be [E] gone.
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