G              D          G
Riding on the "City of New Orleans"
Em                C              G  
Illinois Central Monday Morning Rail
                  D                G
fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
   Em                  D                   G
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mails
      Em                              Bm
All along a south-bound odissey the train pulls out of Kankakee
 D                                  A
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
 Em                                Bm 
Passing trains that have no name freight yards full of old black men
      D                D7           G
the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

              C         D           G        
Singing Good Morning A-merica, how are you?
        Em               C                 G    
Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son?
          G                   D          Em       
I'm the train they call the "City of New Orleans".
         C         B       A              D       G     
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done

 G                     D                G
Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
 Em                   C               G   
Penny a points ain't no one keeping score 
                D                  G
pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
 Em                D                    G
feel the wheels a rumbling 'neath the floor
         Em                               Bm
And the sons of pulmann porters and the sons of engineers
            D                              A
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
     Em                              Bm
And mothers with their babes asleep rockin' to the gentle beat
          D            D7                G
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

              C         D           G        
Singing Good Morning A-merica, how are you?
        Em               C                 G    
Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son?
          G                   D          Em       
I'm the train they call the "City of New Orleans".
         C         B       A              D       G     
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done

 G                D          G
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
 Em                C             G   
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesse
               D                 G
Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
  Em                     D                         G
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down the sea
    Em                                 Bm
But all the towns and people seems to fade into a bad dream
D                                          A
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
     Em                                  Bm
The conductor sings his songs again the passenger will please refrain
       D                     D7                G
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues

              C         D           G        
Singing Good Morning A-merica, how are you?
        Em               C                 G    
Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son?
          G                   D          Em       
I'm the train they call the "City of New Orleans".
         C         B       A              D       G     
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done