The City of New Orleans by Steve Goodman (but based on Arlo's version) ----------------------------------------------------------------------

^DRiding on the ^ACity of New ^DOrleans, ^BmIllinois Central ^GMonday morning ^Drail ^A

^DFifteen cars and ^Afifteen restless ^Driders, ^BmThree conductors and ^Atwenty-five sacks of ^Dmail.

All ^Bmalong the southbound odyssey The ^F#mtrain pulls out at Kankakee

^ARolls along past houses, farms and ^Efields. ^BmPassin' trains that have no names,

^F#mFreight yards full of old black men And the ^Agraveyards of the ^Asus4rusted auto^Dmobiles.

CHORUS:

^GGood morning ^AAmerica how ^Dare you? ^BmDon't you know me ^GI'm your native ^Dson, ^A

I'm the ^Dtrain they call The ^ACity of New ^DOrleans, C G A D Dsus2/4 I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car. Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score. Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor. And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel. Mothers with their babes asleep, Are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. CHORUS Nighttime on The City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. Half way home, we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness Rolling down to the sea. And all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news. The conductor sings his song again, The passengers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues. Good night, America, how are you? Don't you know me I'm your native son, I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. ©1970, 1971 EMI U Catalogue, Inc and Turnpike Tom Music (ASCAP)

Arlo Guthrie - City of new orleans