D A D Riding on the City of New OrleansBm G D A Illinois Central Monday morning railD A D Fifteen cars and fifteen restless ridersBm A D Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.Bm F#m All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of KenkakeeA E Rolls along past houses farms and fieldsBm F#m Passing trains that have no name, freight yards of old black menA A7 D And graveyards of rusted automobiles.G A D Good morning America, how are you?Bm G D Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.A7 D A Bm E7 I'm the train they call the City of New OrleansC G A D I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.D A D Dealing card games with the old men in the club carBm G D A Penny a point ain't no one keeping scoreD A D Pass the paper bag but hold the bottleBm A D Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floorBm F#m And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineersA E Ride their father's magic carpets made of steelBm F#m Mother with her babes asleep rocking to the gentle beatA A7 D And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.G A D Good morning America, how are you?Bm G D Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.A7 D A Bm E7 I'm the train they call the City of New OrleansC G A D I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.D A D Night time on the City of New OrleansBm G D A Changing cars in Memphis TennesseeD A D Halfway home we'll be there by morningBm A D through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.Bm F#m But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dreamA E And the steel rail still ain't heard the newsBm F#m The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrainA A7 D This train got the disappearing railroad blues.G A D Good morning America, how are you?Bm G D Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.A7 D A Bm E7 I'm the train they call the City of New OrleansC G A D I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
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