City of new orleans Arlo Guthrie
City of new orleans Arlo Guthrie | Em / C / | G / / [1/2]D7 [1/2]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 | F C D D7 | G / / / | I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. 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 Em D G Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel Mother with her babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. Chorus. (As above) Nightime on the City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee Half way home we'll be there by morning through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea. But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dream And the steel rail still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his songs again, the passagers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues. Chorus: Good night America, How are you? Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans 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 F x x 3 2 1 1 [--] VIEW FONT SCROLL PRINT SEARCH x Normal Lyrics Chords Tabs ChordPro x Small Medium Large x Pause Start 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 x Text color: Chord color: Chord grids:Images No Images Font size:XS S M L XL Page size:A4 Letter Save settings Print Preview variations - click chord images
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Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
This train's got the disappearing