City of New Orleans chords Arlo Guthrie 1972 (Steve Goodman) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City_of_New_Orleans_(song) *** Capo IV ** [Intro] D [Verse 1] D A D Riding on the City of New Orleans Bm G D A Illinois Central, Monday morning rail D A D Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Bm A D Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. Bm F#m All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee A E Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Bm F#m Passing trains that have no name, freight yards full of old black men A A7 D And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. [Chorus] G A D Good morning America, how are you? Bm G D Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. A7 D A Bm E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans C G* A A7 D I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. [Verse 2] D A D Dealing card games with the old men in the club car Bm G D A Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score D A D Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Bm A D Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor Bm F#m And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers A E Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel Bm F#m Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat A A7 D And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. [Chorus] G A D Good morning America, how are you? Bm G D Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. A7 D A Bm E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans C G A A7 D I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. [Verse 3] D A D Night time on the City of New Orleans Bm G D A Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee D A D Halfway home, we'll be there by morning Bm A D through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea. Bm F#m But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream A E And the steel rail still ain't heard the news Bm F#m The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain A A7 D This train got the disappearing railroad blues. [Chorus] G A D Good night America, how are you? Bm G D Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. A7 D A Bm E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans C G A A7 D I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.