Chords
City Of New Orleans

Key: D

Introduction:

difficulty
intermediate |||||
D                                 A                 D  
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Bm                                      G                                    D         A  
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
D                                         A                                         D  
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Bm                                                 A                                                    D  
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
             Bm                                                                                    F#m  
All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee
A                                                                                      E  
Rolls along past houses farms and fields
Bm                                                                                    F#m  
Passing trains that have no name, freight yards of old black men
          A                                 A7                            D  
And graveyards of rusted automobiles.
G                              A                              D  
Good morning America, how are you?
             Bm                                            G                                      D  
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
A7              D                                                 A                 Bm                      E7  
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
                     C                      G                 A                                                      D  
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
                     D                                                 A                                    D  
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
Bm                                              G                                    D         A  
Penny a point ain't no one keeping score
D                                                         A                    D  
Pass the paper bag but hold the bottle
Bm                                    A                                                 D  
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
                     Bm                                                                              F#m  
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
A                                                                                                            E  
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Bm                                                                      F#m  
Mother with her babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat
                     A                                 A7                                         D  
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
G                              A                              D  
Good morning America, how are you?
             Bm                                            G                                      D  
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
A7              D                                                 A                 Bm                      E7  
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
                     C                      G                 A                                                      D  
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
D                                            A                 D  
Night time on the City of New Orleans
Bm                                      G                                 D      A  
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
D                              A                                            D  
Halfway home we'll be there by morning
                                Bm                                                 A                                                 D  
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
          Bm                                                                                 F#m  
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dream
                     A                                                                                    E  
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
          Bm                                                                                            F#m  
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
             A                                              A7                                      D  
This train got the disappearing railroad blues.
G                              A                              D  
Good morning America, how are you?
             Bm                                            G                                      D  
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
A7              D                                                 A                 Bm                      E7  
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
                     C                      G                 A                                                      D  
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.