John Denver - City of new orleans

^DRidin' on the Cit^Ay of New Orlea^Dns ^BmIllinois Central ^GMonday mornin'^D rail ^DThere's 15 cars, ^Aand 15 restless ^Driders ^Bm3 conductors and^A 25 sacks of ma^Dil

^BmAll along a southbound oddyssey, ^F#mand the train pulls out of Kankakee ^AAnd rolls along past the houses, farms and ^Efields ^BmPassin' towns that have no name, ^F#mand freightyards full of old grey men ^AThe graveyards of t^A7he rusted automobil^Des

^GSingin' good mornin' A^A7merica, how are y^Dou? Sayin' ^Bmdon't you know me?,^G I'm your native^D son ^A7 D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be^C gone 5^G00 mil^Aes when the day is don^De.

^DI was playin' cards ^Awith the old men in the club c^Dar. ^BmPenny a point, a^Gin’t no one keepi^Dn' score ^DPass the paper b^Aag that holds that bot^Dtle. ^BmI can hear the wheels ^Arumblin' thru the ^Dfloor.

^BmAnd the sons of Pullman Porters, ^F#mand the sons of engineers ^ARide their father's magic carpet made of s^Eteel ^BmAnd their days are full of restless, ^F#mand their dreams are full of mem'ries ^AAnd the echos of the ^A7freight train whistleâ?^D?™s clear

^GSingin' good mornin' A^A7merica, how are y^Dou? Sayin' ^Bmdon't you know me?,^G I'm your native^D son ^A7 D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be^C gone 5^G00 mil^Aes when the day is don^De.

^DAnd its twilight on th^Ae City of New ^DOrleans. ^BmTalk about your p^Gocket full of frien^Dds ^DHalf way home, and we'^All be there by m^Dornin' ^BmWith no tomorrow ^Awaiting ‘round^D the bend

^GSingin' good night' Am^A7erica, how are yo^Du? Sayin' ^Bmdon't you know me?,^G I'm your native^D son ^A7 D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be^C gone 5^G00 mil^Aes when the day is don^De.

^GSingin' good mornin' A^A7merica, how are y^Dou? Sayin' ^Bmdon't you know me?,^G I'm your native^D son ^A7 D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be^C gone 5^G00 mil^Aes when the day is don^De.