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.