[D]Ridin' on the Cit[A]y of New Orlea[D]ns
[Bm]Illinois Central [G]Monday mornin'[D] rail
[D]There's 15 cars, [A]and 15 restless [D]riders
[Bm]3 conductors and[A] 25 sacks of ma[D]il
[Bm]All along a southbound oddyssey, [F#m]and the train pulls out of Kankakee
[A]And rolls along past the houses, farms and [E]fields
[Bm]Passin' trains that have no name,[F#m] and freightyards full of old black men
[A]The graveyards of t[A7]he rusted automobil[D]es
Chorus:
[G]Good mornin' A[A7]merica, how are y[D]ou?
Sayin' [Bm]don't you know me?,[G] I'm your native[D] son[A7]
I'm the [D]train they call the [A]City of New [Bm-Bm7-E7]Orleans
I'll be[C] gone [G]500 [A]miles when the day is [D]done.
[D]Dealin? card games w[A]ith the old men in the club [D]car.
[Bm]Penny a point, a[G]in?t no one keepin' sc[D]ore
[D]Pass the paper b[A]ag that holds that bot[D]tle.
[Bm]Hear the wheels [A]rumblin' ?neath the [D]floor.
[Bm]And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers[F#m]
[A]Ride their father's magic carpet made of [E]steel
[Bm]Mothers with their babes asleep are [F#m]rockin? to the gentle beat
[A]And the rhythm of the [A7]rails is all they [D]feel.
Chorus:
[G]Good mornin' [A7]America, how are [D]you?
Sayin' [Bm]don't you know [G]me?, I'm your [D]native [A7]son
I'm the [D]train they call the [A]City of New [Bm-Bm7-E7]Orleans
I'll be[C] gone [G]500 [A]miles when the day is [D]done.
[D]Nighttime on the [A]City of New [D]Orleans.
[Bm]Changin? cars in [G]Memphis, Tenne[D]ssee
[D]Half way home, and [A]we'll be there by [D]mornin'
Through the [Bm]Mississippi darkness [A]rollin? down to the [D]sea.
And all [Bm]the towns and people seem to [F#m]fade into a bad dream
And the [A]steel rails still ain't heard the [E]news
The cond[Bm]uctor sings his songs again the [F#m]passengers will please refrain
This tra[A]in has got the disa[A7]ppearin? railroad [E]blues
Chorus:
[G]Good mornin' [A7]America, how are [D]you?
Sayin' [Bm]don't you know [G]me?, I'm your [D]native [A7]son
I'm the [D]train they call the [A]City of New [Bm-Bm7-E7]Orleans
I'll be[C] gone [G]500 [A]miles when the day is [D]done.
[Bm]Illinois Central [G]Monday mornin'[D] rail
[D]There's 15 cars, [A]and 15 restless [D]riders
[Bm]3 conductors and[A] 25 sacks of ma[D]il
[Bm]All along a southbound oddyssey, [F#m]and the train pulls out of Kankakee
[A]And rolls along past the houses, farms and [E]fields
[Bm]Passin' trains that have no name,[F#m] and freightyards full of old black men
[A]The graveyards of t[A7]he rusted automobil[D]es
Chorus:
[G]Good mornin' A[A7]merica, how are y[D]ou?
Sayin' [Bm]don't you know me?,[G] I'm your native[D] son[A7]
I'm the [D]train they call the [A]City of New [Bm-Bm7-E7]Orleans
I'll be[C] gone [G]500 [A]miles when the day is [D]done.
[D]Dealin? card games w[A]ith the old men in the club [D]car.
[Bm]Penny a point, a[G]in?t no one keepin' sc[D]ore
[D]Pass the paper b[A]ag that holds that bot[D]tle.
[Bm]Hear the wheels [A]rumblin' ?neath the [D]floor.
[Bm]And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers[F#m]
[A]Ride their father's magic carpet made of [E]steel
[Bm]Mothers with their babes asleep are [F#m]rockin? to the gentle beat
[A]And the rhythm of the [A7]rails is all they [D]feel.
Chorus:
[G]Good mornin' [A7]America, how are [D]you?
Sayin' [Bm]don't you know [G]me?, I'm your [D]native [A7]son
I'm the [D]train they call the [A]City of New [Bm-Bm7-E7]Orleans
I'll be[C] gone [G]500 [A]miles when the day is [D]done.
[D]Nighttime on the [A]City of New [D]Orleans.
[Bm]Changin? cars in [G]Memphis, Tenne[D]ssee
[D]Half way home, and [A]we'll be there by [D]mornin'
Through the [Bm]Mississippi darkness [A]rollin? down to the [D]sea.
And all [Bm]the towns and people seem to [F#m]fade into a bad dream
And the [A]steel rails still ain't heard the [E]news
The cond[Bm]uctor sings his songs again the [F#m]passengers will please refrain
This tra[A]in has got the disa[A7]ppearin? railroad [E]blues
Chorus:
[G]Good mornin' [A7]America, how are [D]you?
Sayin' [Bm]don't you know [G]me?, I'm your [D]native [A7]son
I'm the [D]train they call the [A]City of New [Bm-Bm7-E7]Orleans
I'll be[C] gone [G]500 [A]miles when the day is [D]done.
