City of New Orleans 

Into:
| G / / / | G / / / |

| G      /      D    /   |  G   / / / |
  Riding on the City of New Orleans
| Em       /       C      /     | G   /   /   /   |
  Illinois Central Monday morning rail
| G       /        D       /      | G   /   /   / |
  Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
       | Em     /    D           /      | G  /  /  / |
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
  | Em        /           /    /     | Bm          /      /     /   |
All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee
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Rolls along past houses farms and fields
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Passing trains that have no name, freight yards of old black men
  | D      /      D7     /    | G    /   /   /   |
And graveyards of rusted automobiles.


Chorus:
| C      /      D7   /   |  G      /    /   /   |
Good morning America, how are you?
   | Em        /        C        /    |  G      /    /   D7  D9   |
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
      | G          /        D    /    | Em     Em7    A7    /  |
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
      | Bb        C       D              D9    | G    /   /   /   |
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.


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Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
| Em       /       C      /     | G   /   /   /   |
Penny a point ain't noone keeping score
| G      /      D    /   |  G   / / / |
Pass the paper bag but hold the bottle
       | Em     /    D           /      | G  /  /  / |
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
  | Em        /           /    /     | Bm          /      /     /   |
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
| D      /         /      /       | A   /   /   /  |
   Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
  | Em        /           /    /     | Bm          /      /     /   |
Mother with her babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat
  | D      /      D7     /    | G    /   /   /   |
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

>> Chorus. (As above)

| G       /        D       /      | G   /   /   / |
Nightime on the City of New Orleans
| Em       /       C      /     | G   /   /   /   |
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
| G       /        D       /      | G   /   /   / |
Half way home we'll be there by morning
       | Em     /    D           /      | G  /  /  / |
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
  | Em        /           /    /     | Bm          /      /     /   |
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dream
| D      /         /      /       | A   /   /   /  |
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
  | Em        /           /    /     | Bm          /      /     /   |
The conductor sings his songs again, the passagers will please refrain
 D      /      D7     /    | G    /   /   /   |
This train got the disappearing railroad blues.


| C      /      D7   /   |  G      /    /   /   |
Good night America, How are you?
   | Em        /        C        /    |  G      /    /   D7  D9   |
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
      | G          /        D    /    | Em     Em7    A7    /  |
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
      | Bb        C       D              D9    | G    /   /   /   |
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.


G     3 2 0 0 0 3    (or  3 2 0 0 3 3 or 3 5 5 4 3 3 )
D     x x 0 2 3 2    (or  x 5 4 2 3 2)
Em    0 2 2 0 0 0
C     x 3 2 0 1 0    (or  x 3 5 5 5 3)
Bm    x 2 4 4 3 2
A     x 0 2 2 2 0
D7    x x 0 2 1 2    (or  x 5 4 5 3 x)
D9    x x 0 2 1 0
Em7   0 2 0 0 0 0    (or  0 2 2 0 3 0)
A7    x 0 2 0 2 0
Bb    x 1 3 3 3 1