The City Of New Orleans
John DenverVersion1
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Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
All along a southbound oddyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee
And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no name, and freightyards full of old grey men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
I was playin' cards with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point, aint no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds that bottle.
I can hear the wheels rumblin' thru the floor.
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
And their days are full of restless, and their dreams are full of mem'ries
And the echos of the freight train whistles clear
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
Sayin' don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
And its twilight on the City of New Orleans.
Talk about your pocket full of friends
Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin'
With no tomorrow waiting round the bend
Singin' good night America, how are you?
'Said don't you know me?, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?
Sayin' don't you know me? I'm your native son
Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
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Readable chord sheet for The City Of New Orleans by John Denver
[D]Ridin' on the Cit[A]y of New Orlea[D]ns [Bm]Illinois Central [G]Monday mornin'[D] rail [D]There's 15 cars, [A]and 15 restless [D]riders [Bm]3 conductors and[A] 25 sacks of ma[D]il [Bm]All along a southbound oddyssey, [F#m]and the train pulls out of Kankakee [A]And rolls along past the houses, farms and [E]fields [Bm]Passin' towns that have no name, [F#m]and freightyards full of old grey men [A]The graveyards of t[A7]he rusted automobil[D]es [G]Singin' good mornin' A[A7]merica, how are y[D]ou? Sayin' [Bm]don't you know me?,[G] I'm your native[D] son [A7] I'm the [D]train they call the [A]City of New [Bm]Orl[Bm7]eans[E7] I'll be[C] gone 5[G]00 mil[A]es when the day is don[D]e. [D]I was playin' cards [A]with the old men in the club c[D]ar. [Bm]Penny a point, a[G]int no one keepin' sc[D]ore [D]Pass the paper b[A]ag that holds that bot[D]tle. [Bm]I can hear the wheels [A]rumblin' thru the [D]floor. [Bm]And the sons of Pullman Porters, [F#m]and the sons of engineers [A]Ride their father's magic carpet made of s[E]teel [Bm]And their days are full of restless, [F#m]and their dreams are full of mem'ries [A]And the echos of the [A7]freight train whistles [D]clear Singin' good mornin' America, how are you? Sayin' don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done. [D]And its twilight on th[A]e City of New [D]Orleans. [Bm]Talk about your p[G]ocket full of frien[D]ds [D]Half way home, and we'[A]ll be there by m[D]ornin' [Bm]With no tomorrow [A]waiting round the [D]bend Singin' good night America, how are you? 'Said don't you know me?, I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done. Singin' good mornin' America, how are you? Sayin' don't you know me? I'm your native son Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.