Year: 1970 -
Intro: 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 Kankakee, D A Rolls along past houses farms and fields, Em Bm Passing trains that have no name, freight yards full of old black men D D7 G And the graveyards of rusted automobiles.G D G Dealing card games with the old men in the club car, Em C G Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score. G D G Pass the paper bag that holds 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 fathers' magic carpets made of steel. Em Bm Mothers with their babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat D D7 G And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. (Chorus) 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 bad dream D A And the steel rail still ain't heard the news. Em Bm The conductor sings his songs again, "Passengers will please refrain ... ." D D7 G This train got the disappearing railroad blues. (Repeat Chorus, but with "Good night, America" instead of "Good morning, America.")C D7 G Good morning, America, how are you? Em C G D7 D9 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.