City of New Orleans
Steve Goodman - Arlo Guthrie

(C)Ridin’ on the (G7)City Of New (C)Orleans
(Am)Illinois Central, (F)Monday morning (C)rail (G7)
(C)Fifteen cars and (G7)fifteen restless (Am)riders
Three con(F)ductors and (G7)twenty-five sacks of (C)mail

All a(Am)long the South bound Odyssey
The (Em)train pulls out of Kankakee
And (G)rolls along the houses, farms and (D)fields (D7)
(Am)Passing towns that have no names
(Em)Freight yards full of ol’ black men
And (G)grave yards of (F)rusted (G)automo(C)biles

  (F)Good morning A(G)merica, how (C)are you?
  Say, (Am)don’t you know me? (F)I’m your native (C)son! (G7)
  I’m a (C)train they call me (G)City of New (Am)Orleans
  I’ll be (Bb)gone fife(F)hundred (G)miles when the day is (C)done


Dealing card games to the old men in the club car
Penny a point and no one’s keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
You can feel the wheels rumbling ‘neath the floor
The sons of pullman porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their father’s magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babies asleep
Are rocking to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rail is all the feel

Night time on the City Of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home and we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
The steel rail hasn’t heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
Its passengers will please refrain
This train’s got a disappearing railroad blues


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