City of New Orleans Steve Goodman - Arlo Guthrie - transp > C (D)Ridin’ on the (A7)City Of New (D)Orleans (Bm)Illinois Central, (G)Monday morning (D)rail (A7) (D)Fifteen cars and (A7)fifteen restless (Bm)riders Three con(G)ductors and (A7)twenty-five sacks of (D)mail All a(Bm)long the South bound Odyssey The (F#m7)train pulls out of Kankakee And (A)rolls along the houses, farms and (E)ields (E7) (Bm)Passing towns that have no names (F#m7)Freight yards full of ol’ black men And (A)grave yards of (G)rusted (A7)automo(D)bils   (G)Good morning A(A7)merica, how (D)are you?   Say, (Bm)don’t you know me? (G)I’m your native (D)son! (A7)   I’m a (D)train they call me (A7)City of New (Bm)Orleans   I’ll be (C)gone fife(G)hundred (A7)miles when the day is (D)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   alles-uke.de