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[Verse 1]
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Riding on the City of New Orleans
Em               C              G
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
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Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
         Em          D                    G
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
Em                              Bm
On the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee
D                                 A
Rolls along past houses farms and fields
Em                               Bm
Passing trains that have no name, freight yards of old black men
        D                 C            G
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles


[Chorus]
C             D           G
Good morning America, how are you?
     Em                 C               G    D
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son
        G                   D           Em
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
        F         C       D                     G
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done


[Verse 2]
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Playing cards with the old men in the club car
Em                   C              G
Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
               D                 G
Pass the paper bag, but hold the bottle
    Em              D                    G
And feel the wheels rumbling beneath the floor
        Em                               Bm
And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers
           D                              A
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Em                              Bm
Mother with their babes asleep, rocking to the gentle beat
    D             C                 G
The rhythm of the rails is all they feel


[Chorus]
C             D           G
Good morning America, how are you?
     Em                 C               G    D
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son
        G                   D           Em
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
        F         C       D                     G
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done


[Verse 3]
                  D           G
Night time on the City of New Orleans
Em               C              G
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
                  D                 G
Half way home and we'll be there by morning
            Em                   D                   G
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
    Em                               Bm
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
    D                                A
The steel rail still ain't heard the news
       Em                                Bm
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
D                  C                     G
This train got the disappearing railroad blues


[Chorus]
C           D           G
Good night America, how are you?
     Em                 C               G    D
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son
        G                   D           Em
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
        F         C       D                     G
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
        F      C       D                      G
I'll be gone a million miles when the race is run
        F  C  G
I'll be gone_____