City of New Orleans, Willie Nelson
C G C Am F C
Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
C G C
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Am G C
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
Am Em
All along the southbound odyssey, The train pulls out of Kankakee
G D Am
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields, Passin’ trains without a name,
Em G C
Freight yards full of old black men, And graveyards full of rusted automobiles
F G C
Good morning, America, How are you?
Am F C G
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son
C G Am D
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
Bb F G C
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
C G C Am F C
Dealin’ cards with the old man in the club car, Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin’ score
C G C Am G C
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle, You can feel those rumblin’ wheels beneath the floor
Am Em
The sons of Pullman Porters, And the sons of engineers
G D
Ride their father’s magic carpet made of steel
Am Em
Mothers with their babes asleep, Rockin’ to the gentle beat
G C
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
C G C Am F C G
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
C G C
Half way home, we’ll be there by morning
Am G C
Through the Mississippi darkness, Rolling down to the sea
Am Em
All the towns and people seem, To fade away into a bad dream
G D
And this old train, she still ain’t heard the news
Am Em
The conductor sings his song again,
“The passengers will please refrain…
”
G C
This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues
C G C Am F C
Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
C G C
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Am G C
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
Am Em
All along the southbound odyssey, The train pulls out of Kankakee
G D Am
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields, Passin’ trains without a name,
Em G C
Freight yards full of old black men, And graveyards full of rusted automobiles
F G C
Good morning, America, How are you?
Am F C G
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son
C G Am D
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
Bb F G C
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
C G C Am F C
Dealin’ cards with the old man in the club car, Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin’ score
C G C Am G C
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle, You can feel those rumblin’ wheels beneath the floor
Am Em
The sons of Pullman Porters, And the sons of engineers
G D
Ride their father’s magic carpet made of steel
Am Em
Mothers with their babes asleep, Rockin’ to the gentle beat
G C
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
C G C Am F C G
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
C G C
Half way home, we’ll be there by morning
Am G C
Through the Mississippi darkness, Rolling down to the sea
Am Em
All the towns and people seem, To fade away into a bad dream
G D
And this old train, she still ain’t heard the news
Am Em
The conductor sings his song again,
“The passengers will please refrain…
”
G C
This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues
