C                G             C
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Am               F             C
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
C                G               C
There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders
Am              G              C
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail

Am                               Em
All along a southbound oddyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee
G                                          D
And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields
Am                               Em
Passin' towns that have no name, and freightyards full of old grey men
G                  G7                 C
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles


Chorus:
F                     G7               C
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
       Am                 F               C          G7
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
        C                   G           Am-Am7-D7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
       A#      F     G                     C
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.


C                   G                             C
I was playin' cards with the old men in the club car.
Am              F                     C
Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin' score
C               G                     C
Pass the paper bag that holds that bottle.
Am                    G                 C
I can hear the wheels rumblin' thru the floor.

Am                               Em
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers
G                                         D
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Am                                   Em
And their days are full of restless, and their dreams are full of mem'ries
G                    G7                      C
And the echos of the freight train whistle’s clear


Chorus:
F                     G7               C
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
       Am                 F               C          G7
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
        C                   G           Am-Am7-D7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
       A#      F     G                     C
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.



C                     G             C
And its twilight on the City of New Orleans.
Am               F                  C
Talk about your pocket full of friends
C                     G               C
Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin'
Am               G                  C
With no tomorrow waiting ‘round the bend


Chorus:
F                     G7               C
Singin' good night' America, how are you?
       Am                 F               C          G7
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
        C                   G           Am-Am7-D7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
       A#      F     G                     C
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Chorus:
F                     G7               C
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
       Am                 F               C          G7
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
        C                   G           Am-Am7-D7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
       A#      F     G                     C
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.