Steve Goodman - City of new orleans

Ri^Gding on the C^Dity of New Or^Gleans Ill^Eminois Central Mo^Cnday morning ra^Gil ^D Fi^Gfteen cars and fi^Dfteen restless ri^Gders. T^Emhree conductors and^D twenty-five sacks of ^Gmail. O^Emut on southbound odyssey, the ^Bmtrain pulls out for Kankakee ^DRollin’ past the houses farms and ^Afields ^EmPassing towns that have no name, ^Bmfreight yards full of old grey men And ^Dgraveyards of ^D7rusted automo^Gbiles.

G^Cood morning ^D7America, how a^Gre you? Say, ^Emdon't you know me,^C I'm your native ^Gso ^D7o ^D9on. I'm the ^Gtrain they call the^D City of New ^EmOrleans I'll be g^Em7one five^C hundred m^Diles when the ^D9day is d^Gone.

^GDealin’ cards with the ^Dold men in the club ca^Gr ^EmPenny a point there ain't^C no one keeping ^Gscore ^{D G}Pass the paper ^Dbag that holds the^G bottle I can ^Emfeel the wheels a-^Drumbling 'thru the ^Gfloor. ^EmAnd the sons of Pullman porters and the ^Bmsons of engineers Ride their ^Dfather's magic carpets made of ^Asteel ^EmMother with her babes asleep r^Bmocking to the gentle beat And the ^Drhythm of the ^D7rails is all they ^Gfeel.

G^Cood morning ^D7America, how a^Gre you? Say, ^Emdon't you know me,^C I'm your native ^Gso ^D7o ^D9on. I'm the ^Gtrain they call the^D City of New ^EmOrleans I'll be g^Em7one five^C hundred m^Diles when the ^D9day is d^Gone.

N^Gightime on the^D City of New ^GOrleans ^EmChanging cars in ^CMemphis ^GTennessee ^{D G}Half way there and ^Dwe'll be home by ^Gmorning Through the^Em Mississippi darkness^D rolling down to the ^Gsea. But ^Emall the towns and people seem to ^Bmfade into a dark dark dream And the ^Dsteel rail still ain't heard the ^Anews The c^Emonductor sings his song again, The ^Bmpassengers will please refrain….. This ^Dtrain got the disa^Dppearing railroad ^Gblues.

And it’s ^CGood night^D7 America, How a^Gre you? Say, ^Emdon't you know me, ^CI'm your native ^Gson. ^{D G}I'm the train they call the ^DCity of New ^GOrleans I'll be g^Emone five ^Chundred ^Dmiles when the d^D9ay is d^Gone.