D A D Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Bm G D Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail D A D There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders Bm A D 3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail Bm F#m All along a southbound oddyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee A E And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields Bm F#m Passin' trains that have no name, and freightyards full of old black men A A7 D The graveyards of the rusted automobiles Chorus: G A7 D Good mornin' America, how are you? Bm G D A7 Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans C G A D I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done. D A D Dealin? card games with the old men in the club car. Bm G D Penny a point, ain?t no one keepin' score D A D Pass the paper bag that holds that bottle. Bm A D Hear the wheels rumblin' ?neath the floor. Bm F#m And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers A E Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel Bm F#m Mothers with their babes asleep are rockin? to the gentle beat A A7 D And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. Chorus: G A7 D Good mornin' America, how are you? Bm G D A7 Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans C G A D I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done. D A D Nighttime on the City of New Orleans. Bm G D Changin? cars in Memphis, Tennessee D A D Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin' Bm A D Through the Mississippi darkness rollin? down to the sea. Bm F#m And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream A E And the steel rails still ain't heard the news Bm F#m The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain A A7 E This train has got the disappearin? railroad blues Chorus: G A7 D Good mornin' America, how are you? Bm G D A7 Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans C G A D I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.