Judy Collins - City of new orleans

^GRiding on the ^DCity of New ^GOrleans ^EmIllinois Central ^CMonday morning ^Grail Fifteen cars and ^Dfifteen restless ^Griders Three con^Emductors and ^Dtwenty-five sacks of ^Gmail ^EmOn the south bound odyssey, the ^Bmtrain pulls out of Kenkakee ^DRolls along past houses farms and ^Afields ^EmPassing trains that have no name,^Bm freight yards of old black men And the ^Dgraveyards of the ^Crusted automo^Gbiles

^CGood morning A^Dmerica, how ^Gare you? Say, ^Emdon't you know me, ^CI'm your native ^Gson ^D I'm the ^Gtrain they call the ^DCity of New ^EmOrleans I'll be ^Fgone five ^Chundred ^Dmiles when the day is ^Gdone

Playing cards with the ^Dold men in the ^Gclub car ^EmPenny a point, ain't ^Cno one keeping ^Gscore Pass the paper ^Dbag, but hold the ^Gbottle And ^Emfeel the wheels ^Drumbling beneath the ^Gfloor And the ^Emsons of Pullman porters, and the ^Bmsons of engineers Ride their ^Dfather's magic carpets made of ^Asteel ^EmMother with their babes asleep, ^Bmrocking to the gentle beat The ^Drhythm of the ^Crails is all they ^Gfeel

^CGood morning A^Dmerica, how ^Gare you? Say, ^Emdon't you know me, ^CI'm your native ^Gson ^D I'm the ^Gtrain they call the ^DCity of New ^EmOrleans I'll be ^Fgone five ^Chundred ^Dmiles when the day is ^Gdone

Night time on the ^DCity of New ^GOrleans ^EmChanging cars in ^CMemphis, Tennes^Gsee Half way home and ^Dwe'll be there by ^Gmorning Through the ^EmMississippi darkness ^Drolling down to the ^Gsea And ^Emall the towns and people seem to ^Bmfade into a bad dream The ^Dsteel rail still ain't heard the ^Anews The con^Emductor sings his songs again, the ^Bmpassengers will please refrain ^DThis train got the ^Cdisappearing railroad ^Gblues

^CGood night A^Dmerica, how ^Gare you? Say, ^Emdon't you know me, ^CI'm your native ^Gson ^D I'm the ^Gtrain they call the ^DCity of New ^EmOrleans I'll be ^Fgone five ^Chundred ^Dmiles when the day is ^Gdone I'll be ^Fgone a ^Cmillion ^Dmiles when the race is ^Grun I'll be ^Fgon^Ce__^G___