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.


** Alternates:

Capo II

D   = E
A   = B
Bm  = C#m
G   = A
F#m = Gm
C   = D
E   = F#
E7  = F#7
A7  = B7

Capo I

D   = F
A   = C
Bm  = Dm
G   = Bb
F#m = Am
C   = Eb
E   = G
A   = C
E7  = G7
A7  = C7