^D Riding on the ^A City of ^D New Orleans ^Bm Illinois Central ^G Monday morning ^D rail ^D ^D Fifteen cars and ^A fifteen restless ^D riders ^Bm Three conductors and ^A twenty-five sacks of ^D mail. All a - ^Bm long the south bound odyssey, -

^A Rolls along past houses farms and ^E fields ^Bm Passing trains that have no name, - ^F#m freight yards of old black men And ^A graveyards of ^A7 rusted automo - ^D biles.

^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 D A Bm Bm/A - E7/Ab the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be ^C gone five ^G hundred ^A miles when the day is ^D done. ^D

Dealing ^D card games with the ^A old men in the ^D club car ^Bm Penny a point ain't ^G no one keeping ^D score ^D ^D Pass the paper ^A bag that hold´s the^D bottle ^Bm Feel the wheels ^A rumbling 'neath the ^D floor And the ^Bm sons of Pullman porters - and the ^F#m sons of engineers Ride their ^A father's magic carpets made of ^E steel ^Bm Mother with her babes asleep - ^F#m rocking to the gentle beat And the ^A rhythm of the ^A7 rails is all they ^D feel.

^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 D A Bm Bm/A - E7/Ab the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be ^C gone five ^G hundred ^A miles when the day is ^D done. ^D

^D Night time on the ^A City of New ^D Orleans ^Bm Changing cars in ^G Memphis Tennes - ^D see ^D ^D Halfway home ^A we'll be there by ^D morning through the ^Bm Mississippi darkness ^A rolling down to the ^D sea. But ^Bm all the towns and people seem - to ^F#m fade into a dark dream And the ^A steel rail still ain't heard the ^E news The con - ^Bm ductor sings his songs again, - the ^F#m passengers will please refrain This ^A train got the disap - ^A7 pearing railroad ^D blues.

^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 D A Bm Bm/A - E7/Ab the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be ^C gone five ^G hundred ^A miles when the day is ^D done. ^D

Arlo Guthrie - City of new orleans