City Of New Orleans

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 oddyssey, 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 [Refrão] 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. 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 [Refrão] 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. D A D And its 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 [Refrão]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.