City of New Orleans [C] - Arlo Guthrie / Steve Goodman
Intro:
C C C C
Verse 1:
[C] Riding on the [G] City of New [C] Orleans,
[Am] Illinois Central [F] Monday morning [C] rail [G]
[C] There’s fifteen cars and [G] fifteen restless [Am] riders,
[F] Three conductors and [G] twenty-five sacks of [C] mail.
They’re out [Am] on the southbound odyssey and the [Em] train pulls out at Kankakee
[G] Rolls past the houses, farms and [D] fields.
[Am] Passin' towns that have no names, [Em] and freight yards full of old black men
And the [G] graveyards of the [G7] rusted automo[C]biles. [C7]
|Chorus:
|Singing [F] Good morning [G] America how [C] are you?
|[Am] And don't you know me [F] I'm your native [C] son [G]
|I'm just the [C] train they call The [G] City of New [C] Orleans, [Am]
|I'll be [Bb] gone five hundred [G] miles when the day is [C] done.
Verse 2:
I was dealin' [C] cards with the [G] old men in the [C] club car.
[Am] And it’s penny a point there ain't [F] nobody keepin' [C] score. [G]
[C] Won’t you pass that paper [G] bag that holds the [Am] bottle
[F] You can feel the wheels [G] rumblin' beneath the [C] floor.
The [Am] sons of pullman porters and the [Em] sons of engineers
All ride their [G] daddy’s magic carpet – it’s made of [D] steel.
[Am] Mothers with their babes asleep, go [Em] rockin' to the gentle beat
And the [G] rhythm of the [G7] rails is all they [C] dream. [C7]
Chorus:
Verse 3:
[C] It’s night-time on The [G] City of New [C] Orleans,
[Am] And we’re changing cars in [F] Memphis, Tennes-[C]-see. [G]
[C] Half way home, [G] we'll be there by [Am] morning
Through the [F] Mississippi darkness [G] rolling to the [C] sea.
[Am] All the towns and people seem to [Em] fade into a bad dream
And the [G] old steel rails still ain't heard the [D] news.
The con-[Am]-ductor sings that song again, the [Em] passengers will please refrain
[G] This train has got the [G7] disappearing railroad [C] blues. [C7]
|Chorus:
|Singing [F] Good night [G] America how [C] are you?
|[Am] And don't you know me [F] I'm your native [C] son [G]
|I'm just the [C] train they call The [G] City of New [C] Orleans, [Am]
|I'll be [Bb] gone five hundred [G] miles when the day is [C] done [C]
Outro:
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City of New Orleans [C]Arlo Guthrie / Steve Goodman
Intro CCCC
Verse 1 C Riding on the G City of New C Orleans, Am Illinois Central F Monday morning C rail G C There’s fifteen cars and G fifteen restless Am riders, F Three conductors and G twenty-five sacks of C mail.
They’re out Am on the southbound odyssey and the Em train pulls out at Kankakee G Rolls past the houses, farms and D fields. Am Passin' towns that have no names, Em and freight yards full of old black men And the G graveyards of the G7 rusted automoCbiles. C7
Chorus Singing F Good morning G America how C are you? Am And don't you know me F I'm your native C son G I'm just the C train they call The G City of New C Orleans, Am I'll be Bb gone five hundred G miles when the day is C done.
Verse 2 I was dealin' C cards with the G old men in the C club car. Am And it’s penny a point there ain't F nobody keepin' C score. G C Won’t you pass that paper G bag that holds the Am bottle F You can feel the wheels G rumblin' beneath the C floor.
The Am sons of pullman porters and the Em sons of engineers All ride their G daddy’s magic carpet – it’s made of D steel. Am Mothers with their babes asleep, go Em rockin' to the gentle beat And the G rhythm of the G7 rails is all they C dream. C7
Chorus
Verse 3 C It’s night-time on The G City of New C Orleans, Am And we’re changing cars in F Memphis, Tennes-C-see. G C Half way home, G we'll be there by Am morning Through the F Mississippi darkness G rolling to the C sea.
Am All the towns and people seem to Em fade into a bad dream And the G old steel rails still ain't heard the D news. The con-Am-ductor sings that song again, the Em passengers will please refrain G This train has got the G7 disappearing railroad C blues. C7
Chorus Singing F Good night G America how C are you? Am And don't you know me F I'm your native C son G I'm just the C train they call The G City of New C Orleans, Am I'll be Bb gone five hundred G miles when the day is C done C