city of new orleans Arlo Guthrie

R[C]idin' on the C[G]ity of New O[C]rleans,

Il[Am]linois Central, Mon[F]day morning rai[C]l.[G]

There's 1[C]5 cars and 1[G]5 restless r[C]iders,

and [Am]3 conductors, 2[G]5 sacks of m[C]ail.

They're [Am]out on a south-bound odeyssey,

the t[Em]rain pulls out of Kankakee,

ro[G]llin' past the houses, farms, and fi[D]elds.

And the p[Am]assin' towns that have no name,

f[Em]reight yards full of old black men,

and the grav[G]eyards of [G7]rusted automo[C]biles.

CHORUS:

[F]Good morning A[G]merica. How [C]are you?

Say, [Am]don't you know me? I[F]'m your native s[C]on.[G]

I'm the t[C]rain they call the C[G]ity of New O[Am]rleans[D7].

I'll be gone 5[F]00 m[G]iles when the day is d[C]one.

Verse:2

Dealin' c[C]ard games with the o[G]ld men in the c[C]lub car,

P[Am]enny a point ain't [F]no one keepin' sc[C]ore,[G]

Won't you p[C]ass the paper b[G]ag that holds the b[C]ottle,

Yeah, and f[Am]eel the wheels a-gr[G]umblin' 'neath the fl[C]oor,

And the s[Am]ons of pullmen porters, and the [Em]sons of engineers,

ride their fa[G]thers' magic carpet made of st[D]eel.

Mo[Am]thers with their babes asleep,

are r[Em]ockin' to the gentle beat,

and the rh[G]ythm of the ra[G7]ils is all they f[C]eel.

CHORUS:

[F]Good morning A[G]merica. How [C]are you?

Say, [Am]don't you know me? I[F]'m your native s[C]on.[G]

I'm the t[C]rain they call the C[G]ity of New O[Am]rleans[D7].

I'll be gone 5[F]00 m[G]iles when the day is d[C]one.

Verse:3

N[C]ight time on the C[G]ity of New O[C]rleans,

c[Am]hangin' cars in Me[F]mphis Tenn[C]essee,[G]

Ha[C]lfway home, we[G]'ll be there by mo[C]rnin',

through the Mi[Am]ssissippi darkness,

rol[G]lin' down to the s[C]ea.

But [Am]all the towns and people seem,

to f[Em]ade into a bad dream,

and the s[G]teel rail, still ain't heard the n[D]ews.

The con[Am]ductor sings his songs again,

the pa[Em]ssengers will please refrain,

this tr[G]ain's got tt disappe[G7]ar in' them railroad b[C]lues.

CHORUS:

[F]Good morning A[G]merica. How [C]are you?

Say, [Am]don't you know me? I[F]'m your native s[C]on.[G]

I'm the t[C]rain they call the C[G]ity of New O[Am]rleans[D7].

I'll be gone 5[F]00 m[G]iles when the day is d[C]one.

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#CITY OF NEW ORLEANS - Arlo Guthrie
R[C]idin' on the C[G]ity of New O[C]rleans,
Il[Am]linois Central, Mon[F]day morning rai[C]l.[G]
There's 1[C]5 cars and 1[G]5 restless r[C]iders,
and [Am]3 conductors, 2[G]5 sacks of m[C]ail.

They're [Am]out on a south-bound odeyssey,
the t[Em]rain pulls out of Kankakee,
ro[G]llin' past the houses, farms, and fi[D]elds.
And the p[Am]assin' towns that have no name,
f[Em]reight yards full of old black men,
and the grav[G]eyards of [G7]rusted automo[C]biles.

CHORUS:
[F]Good morning A[G]merica. How [C]are you?
Say, [Am]don't you know me? I[F]'m your native s[C]on.[G]
I'm the t[C]rain they call the C[G]ity of New O[Am]rleans[D7].
I'll be gone 5[F]00 m[G]iles when the day is d[C]one.

Verse:2
Dealin' c[C]ard games with the o[G]ld men in the c[C]lub car,
P[Am]enny a point ain't [F]no one keepin' sc[C]ore,[G]
Won't you p[C]ass the paper b[G]ag that holds the b[C]ottle,
Yeah, and f[Am]eel the wheels a-gr[G]umblin' 'neath the fl[C]oor,
And the s[Am]ons of pullmen porters, and the [Em]sons of engineers,
ride their fa[G]thers' magic carpet made of st[D]eel.

Mo[Am]thers with their babes asleep,
are r[Em]ockin' to the gentle beat,
and the rh[G]ythm of the ra[G7]ils is all they f[C]eel.

Verse:3
N[C]ight time on the C[G]ity of New O[C]rleans,
c[Am]hangin' cars in Me[F]mphis Tenn[C]essee,[G]
Ha[C]lfway home, we[G]'ll be there by mo[C]rnin',
through the Mi[Am]ssissippi darkness,
rol[G]lin' down to the s[C]ea.

But [Am]all the towns and people seem,
to f[Em]ade into a bad dream,
and the s[G]teel rail, still ain't heard the n[D]ews.
The con[Am]ductor sings his songs again,
the pa[Em]ssengers will please refrain,
this tr[G]ain's got tt disappe[G7]ar in' them railroad b[C]lues.

I'll be gone 5[F]00 m[G]iles when the day is d[C]one.

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