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 odyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee
A                                          E
And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields
Bm                               F#m
Passin' towns that have no name, and freightyards full of old grey men
A                  A7                 D
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles


[Chorus]
G                     A7               D
Singin' 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.


[Verse]
D                   A                             D
I was playin' cards 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
I can hear the wheels rumblin' thru 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
And their days are full of restless, and their dreams are full of mem'ries
A                    A7                      D
And the echos of the freight train whistle's clear


[Chorus]
G                     A7               D
Singin' 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.


[Bridge]
D                      A             D
And it's twilight on the City of New Orleans.
Bm               G                  D
Talk about your pocket full of friends
D                     A               D
Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin'
Bm               A                  D
With no tomorrow waiting 'round the bend


[Chorus]
G                     A7               D
Singin' good night' 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.

G                     A7               D
Singin' 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.