City of New Orleans [F]
Arlo Guthrie
[F]
[F]Riding on the [C]City of New [F]Orleans
[Dm]Illinois Central [Bb]Monday morning [F]rail
[F]Fifteen cars and [C]fifteen restless [F]riders
[Dm]Three conductors and [C]twenty-five sacks of [F]mail
All a[Dm]long the southbound odyssey... the [Am]train pulls out of Kankakee
[C]Rolls along past houses farms and [G]fields
[Dm]Passing towns that have no name... [Am]freight yards of old black men
And [C]graveyards... of [Bb]rusted automo[F]biles
Chorus:
[Bb]Good morning [C]America how [F]are you?
Say [Dm]don’t you know me [Bb]I’m your native [F]son
(C*) I’m the [F]train they call the [C]City of New [Dm]Orleans [Bb]
I’ll be [Eb]gone five [Dm]hundred [C]miles when the day is [F]done
Dealing [F]card games with the [C]old men in the [F]club car
[Dm]Penny a point ain’t [Bb]no one keeping [F]score
[F]Pass the paper [C]bag that holds the [F]bottle
[Dm]Feel the wheels [C]rumbling ‘neath the [F]floor
And the [Dm]sons of Pullman porters... and the [Am]sons of engineers
Ride their [C]father’s magic carpets made of [G]steel
[Dm]Mothers with their babes asleep [Am]rocking to the gentle beat
And the [C]rhythm of the [Bb]rails is all they [F]feel
Chorus:
[Bb]Good morning [C]America how [F]are you?
Say [Dm]don’t you know me [Bb]I’m your native [F]son
(C*) I’m the [F]train they call the [C]City of New [Dm]Orleans [Bb]
I’ll be [Eb]gone five [Dm]hundred [C]miles when the day is [F]done
[F]Night time in the [C]City of New [F]Orleans
[Dm]Changing cars in [Bb]Memphis, Tenne[F]ssee
[F]Half way home... [C]we’ll be there by [F]morning
Through the [Dm]Mississippi darkness [C]rolling down to the [F]sea
But [Dm]all the towns and people seem to [Am]fade into a bad dream
And the [C]steel rail... still ain’t heard the [G]news
The con[Dm]ductor sings his songs again... the [Am]passengers will please refrain
This [C]train’s got the disapp[Bb]earing railroad [F]blues
Chorus: x2
[Bb]Good night [C]America how [F]are you?
Say [Dm]don’t you know me [Bb]I’m your native [F]son
(C*)I’m the [F]train they call the [C]City of New [Dm]Orleans [Bb]
I’ll be [Eb]gone five [Dm]hundred [C]miles when the day is [F]done
I’ll be [Eb]gone five [Dm]hundred [C]miles when the day is [F]done
City of New Orleans [F]Arlo Guthrie
F
FRiding on the CCity of New FOrleans DmIllinois Central BbMonday morning Frail FFifteen cars and Cfifteen restless Friders DmThree conductors and Ctwenty-five sacks of Fmail All aDmlong the southbound odyssey... the Amtrain pulls out of Kankakee CRolls along past houses farms and Gfields DmPassing towns that have no name... Amfreight yards of old black men And Cgraveyards... of Bbrusted automoFbiles
Chorus BbGood morning CAmerica how Fare you? Say Dmdon’t you know me BbI’m your native Fson C* I’m the Ftrain they call the CCity of New DmOrleans Bb I’ll be Ebgone five Dmhundred Cmiles when the day is Fdone
Dealing Fcard games with the Cold men in the Fclub car DmPenny a point ain’t Bbno one keeping Fscore FPass the paper Cbag that holds the Fbottle DmFeel the wheels Crumbling ‘neath the Ffloor And the Dmsons of Pullman porters... and the Amsons of engineers Ride their Cfather’s magic carpets made of Gsteel DmMothers with their babes asleep Amrocking to the gentle beat And the Crhythm of the Bbrails is all they Ffeel
Chorus BbGood morning CAmerica how Fare you? Say Dmdon’t you know me BbI’m your native Fson C* I’m the Ftrain they call the CCity of New DmOrleans Bb I’ll be Ebgone five Dmhundred Cmiles when the day is Fdone
FNight time in the CCity of New FOrleans DmChanging cars in BbMemphis, TenneFssee FHalf way home... Cwe’ll be there by Fmorning Through the DmMississippi darkness Crolling down to the Fsea But Dmall the towns and people seem to Amfade into a bad dream And the Csteel rail... still ain’t heard the Gnews The conDmductor sings his songs again... the Ampassengers will please refrain This Ctrain’s got the disappBbearing railroad Fblues
Chorusx2 BbGood night CAmerica how Fare you? Say Dmdon’t you know me BbI’m your native Fson C*I’m the Ftrain they call the CCity of New DmOrleans Bb I’ll be Ebgone five Dmhundred Cmiles when the day is Fdone
I’ll be Ebgone five Dmhundred Cmiles when the day is Fdone