Arlo Guthrie - City of new orleans

^CRidin on the ^GCity of New ^COrleans, ^AmIllinois Central, ^FMonday mornin ^Crail There's ^Cfifteen cars and ^Gfifteen restless ^Criders, Three con-^Amductors and ^Gtwenty five sacks of ^Cmail All a-^Amlong the south bound odyssey, the ^Emtrain pulls in from Kankikee ^GRolls along past houses, farms and ^Dfields ^AmPassin towns that have no names And ^Emfreight yards full of old black men And the ^Ggraveyards of the ^G7rusted auto-mob-^Ciles

Good ^Fmornin Am-^Gerica, how ^Care you I said ^Amdon't you know me, ^FI’m your nativ^Ce son ^GI'm the ^Ctrain they call the ^GCity of New ^AmOrleans I'll be ^Ebgone five ^Fhundred ^Gmiles when the ^G7day is ^Cdone

^CDealin cards with the ^Gold men in the ^Cclub car, A ^Ampenny a point, there ain't ^Fno one keepin ^Cscore ^CPass the paper ^Gbag that holds the ^Cbottle, I can ^Amfeel the wheels a-^Ggrumblin neath the ^Cfloor And the ^Amsons of Pullman porters And the ^Emsons of engineers Ride their ^Gfathers magic carpet made of ^Dsteel And the ^Ammothers with their babes asleep Go ^Emrockin to the gentle beat And the ^Grhythm of the ^G7rails is all they ^Cfeel

Good ^Fmornin Am-^Gerica, how ^Care you I said ^Amdon't you know me, ^FI’m your nativ^Ce son ^GI'm the ^Ctrain they call the ^GCity of New ^AmOrleans I'll be ^Ebgone five ^Fhundred ^Gmiles when the ^G7day is ^Cdone

^CNight time on the ^GCity of New ^COrleans We're ^Amchangin cars for ^FMemphis, Tenness-^Cee We're ^Chalfway home and ^Gwe'll be there by ^Cmornin Through the ^AmMississippi darkness ^Grollin down to the ^Csea And ^Amall the towns and people seem To ^Emfade into a bad dream And the ^Gsteel rail still ain't heard the ^Dnews The ^Amconductor sings his songs again, The ^Empassengers will please refrain This ^Gtrain's got the disapp-^G7earin railroad ^Cblues

Good ^FNight Am-^Gerica, how ^Care you I said ^Amdon't you know me, ^FI’m your nativ^Ce son ^GI'm the ^Ctrain they call the ^GCity of New ^AmOrleans I'll be ^Ebgone five ^Fhundred ^Gmiles when the ^G7day is ^Cdone Good ^FNight Am-^Gerica, how ^Care you I said ^Amdon't you know me, ^FI’m your nativ^Ce son ^GI'm the ^Ctrain they call the ^GCity of New ^AmOrleans I'll be ^Ebgone five ^Fhundred ^Gmiles when the ^G7day is ^Cdone

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