Artist: | Arlo Guthrie (English) |
User: | Jánè |
Duration: | 130 seconds |
Delay: | 25 seconds |
Chord names: | Not defined |
Abusive: | |
Comment: | - |
C G C
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Am F C G7
Illinois central Monday morning rail
C G C
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Am G7 C
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail
Am
All along the southbound Odyssey
Em
The train pulls out of Kankakee
G D
And rolls along the houses farms and fields
Am
Passing towns that have no name
Em
And freight yards full of old black men
F G7 C
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
F G7 C
Good morning America how are you
Am F C G7
Say don't you know me I'm your native son
G7 C G7 Am D7
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
F G7 C
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
C G C
Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
Am F C G7
Penny a point ain't no one keeping score
C G C
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Am G7 C
Feel the wheels grumbling neath the floor
Am
And the sons of Pullman porters
Em
And the sons of engineers
G D
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
Am
Mothers with their babes a sleep
Em
A rocking to the gentle beat
F G7 C
And the rhythm of the rail is all they feel
F G7 C
Good morning America how are you
Am F C G7
Say don't you know me I'm your native son
G7 C G7 Am D7
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
F G7 C
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
C G C
Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
Am F C G7
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
C G C
Halfway home and we'll be there by morning
Am G7 C
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
Am
And all the towns and people seem
Em
To fade into a bad dream
G D
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
Am
The conductor sings his song again
Em
The passengers will please refrain
F G7 C
This trains got the disappearing railroad blues
F G7 C
Good morning America how are you
Am F C G7
Say don't you know me I'm your native son
G7 C G7 Am D7
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
F G7 C
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done