Cifras
City Of New Orleans

Tono: D

Introducción:

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 D                               A                         D 
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
 Bm                             G                         D 
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
 D                               A                             D 
There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders
 Bm                           A                           D 
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
 Bm                                                             F#m 
All along a southbound oddyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee
 A                                                                                   E 
And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields
 Bm                                                             F#m 
Passin' towns that have no name, and freightyards full of old grey men
 A                                   A7                                 D 
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
 G                                         A7                             D 
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
               Bm                                 G                             D                   A7 
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
                 D                                     A                     Bm 
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
               C           G         A                                         D 
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
 D                                     A                                                         D 
I was playin' cards with the old men in the club car.
 Bm                           G                                         D 
Penny a point, ain?t no one keepin' score
 D                             A                                         D 
Pass the paper bag that holds that bottle.
 Bm                                       A                                 D 
I can hear the wheels rumblin' thru the floor.
 Bm                                                             F#m 
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers
 A                                                                                 E 
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
 Bm                                                                     F#m 
And their days are full of restless, and their dreams are full of mem'ries
 A                                       A7                                           D 
And the echos of the freight train whistle?s clear
 G                                         A7                             D 
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
               Bm                                 G                             D                   A7 
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
                 D                                     A                     Bm 
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
               C           G         A                                         D 
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
 D                                         A                         D 
And its twilight on the City of New Orleans.
 Bm                             G                                   D 
Talk about your pocket full of friends
 D                                         A                             D 
Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin'
 Bm                             A                                   D 
With no tomorrow waiting ?round the bend
 G                                         A7                             D 
Singin' good night' America, how are you?
               Bm                                 G                             D                   A7 
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
                 D                                     A                     Bm 
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
               C           G         A                                         D 
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
 G                                         A7                             D 
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
               Bm                                 G                             D                   A7 
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
                 D                                     A                     Bm 
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
               C           G         A                                         D 
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

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