;;City Of New Orleans - Arlo Guthrie - 50 bpm

 [C]Ridin' on the [G]City of New [C]Orleans, [][Am]Illinois Central, [F]Monday mornin' [C]rail[G]
 [C]Fifteen cars and [G]fifteen restless [C]riders, [][Am]three conductors, [G]twenty-five sacks of [C]mail[]
All a[Am]long the southbound []odyssey the [Em]train pulls out of []Kankakee [G]Rolls along past []houses, farms & [D]fields[]
 [Am]Passin' towns that []have no name, [Em]freight yards full of []old black men and the [G]graveyards of [F]rusted automo[C]biles[]

	[F]Good mornin' Am[G]erica, how [C]are you? [][Am]Don't you know me? [F]I'm your native [C]son! [G]I’m the
	[C]train they call the [G]City of New [Am]Orleans. ...[D7]... I'll be [F]gone 500 [G]miles when the day is [C]done[G]

Dealin' [C]cards with the [G]old men in the [C]club car. [][Am]A penny a point, ain't [F]no one keepin' [C]score.[G]
And it’s [C]pass the paper [G]bag that holds the [C]bottle, and [][Am]feel the wheels [G]rumblin' neath the [C]floor.[]
And the [Am]sons of Pullman []porters & the [Em]sons of engineers[]Ride their [G]fathers' magic []carpets made of [D]steel[]
 [Am]Mothers rock their []babes  to sleep, with the[Em]rockin' of the []gentle beat, and the [G]rhythm of the [F]rails is all they [C]feel[::33::]

[repeat chorus]
Well it’s [C]night time on the [G]City of New [C]Orleans [][Am]changin' cars in [F]Memphis, Tennes[C]see[G]
 [C]Halfway home, [G]we'll be there by [C]mornin', []thru the [Am]Mississippi darkness [G]rollin' down to the [C]sea[]
But [Am]all the towns and []people seem to [Em]fade into a []bad dream and the [G]steel rail []still ain't heard the [D]news[]
The con[Am]ductor sings his []songs again and it's [Em]passengers would you []please refrain [G]this train's got the [F]disappearin' railroad [C]blues[]

	[F]Good night Am[G]erica, how [C]are you? [][Am]Don't you know me? [F]I'm your native [C]son! [G]I’m the
	[C]train they call the [G]City of New [Am]Orleans. ...[D7]... I'll be [F]gone 500 [G]miles when the day is [C]done[]