City Of New Orleans Chords by Arlo Guthrie

Riding on the city [F#] of New Orleans, _
[D#m] Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail, _ _
Fifteen [C#] cars and fifteen [F#] restless riders, _
[D#m] Three conductors [C#] and twenty-five [F#] sacks of mail. _
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey,
[A#m] The train pulls out at [C#] Canterkey,
Rolls along past houses, [G#] farms and fields, _ _
[D#m] Passing trains that have no [A#m] name,
Graveyards 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] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] _
[F#] I'm the train that [C#] calls the city of [D#m] New Orleans,
[G#] I'll [E] be gone five [C#] hundred miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _
_ _ _ Dealing card games [C#] with the old men in [F#] the club cars,
_ [D#m] Penny a point, [B] ain't no one [F#] keeping score,
_ _ Pass the paper [C#] bag that [F#] holds the bottle,
_ _ [D#m] Feel the wheels [C#] rumbling beneath [F#] the floor.
_ And [D#m] the sons of coalmen, porters, 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.
_ [B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Say, don't you know me?
[B] I'm your native [F#] son.
[C#] I'm [F#] the train that [C#] calls the city of [D#m] New Orleans,
[G#] I'll [E] be gone five [C#] hundred 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, and we'll be [F#] there 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 [G#] heard the news.
The [D#m] conductor sings his songs again,
[A#m] The passengers will please refrain,
[C#] This train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blues. _ _
[B] Good [C#] night America, [F#] how are you? _
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son. _
I'm the train that calls the city [D#m] of New Orleans,
[C] I'll [E] be gone five [C#] hundred miles when the day is [F#] done. _ _
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