(originally by Steve Goodman) [Intro] Bb F Gm D# Dm C F7 G7 F (?) e | -------1-----3-----------5------------1-----3-------------- | B | -3-----1-----3-----8-----6------5-----4-----6------10------ | G | -3-----2-----3-----8-----7------5-----2-----4------10------ | D | -3-----3-----5-----8-----7------5-----1-----3------10------ | A | -1-----3-----5-----6-----5------3-----3-----5------8------- | E | -------1-----3------------------------1-----3-------------- | Bb F Bb Riding on the City of New Orleans Gm D# Bb Illinois Central Monday morning rail Bb F Bb Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Gm F Bb Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. Gm Dm All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee F C Rolls along past houses farms and fields Gm Dm Passing trains that have no name, freight yards of old black men F F7 Bb And graveyards of rusted automobiles. Chorus: D# F Bb Good morning America, how are you? Gm D# Bb Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. Bb F Gm G7 I'm a train they call the City of New Orleans D# F Bb I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. Verse: Bb F Bb Dealing card games with the old men in the club car Gm D# Bb Penny a point ain't noone keeping score Bb F Bb Pass the paper bag but hold the bottle Gm F Bb Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor Gm Dm And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers F C Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel Gm Dm Mother with her babes asleep, rocking to the gentle beat F F7 Bb And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. ::Chorus:: Bb F Bb Nightime on the City of New Orleans Gm D# Bb Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Bb F Bb Half way home we'll be there by morning Gm F Bb through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea. Gm Dm and all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream F C And the steel rail still ain't heard the news Gm Dm The conductor sings his songs again, the passagers will please refrain F F7 Bb This train got the disappearing railroad blues. Chorus: D# F Bb Good night America, How are you? Gm D# Bb Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. Bb F Gm G7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans D# F Bb I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
(originally by Steve Goodman) Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail 15 cars and 15 restless riders Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I'm your native son! I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I'm your native son! I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Night time on the City of New Orleans Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin' Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea But all the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rail still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his song again "The passengers will please refrain: This train has got the disappearin railroad blues [Repeat Chorus]
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