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A country folk song written by Steve Goodman (and first recorded for Goodman's self-titled 1971 album), describing a train ride from Chicago to New Orleans on the Illinois Central Railroad's City of New Orleans in bittersweet and nostalgic terms. - from Wikipedia
City of New Orleans
by Steve Goodman
[C] Riding on the [G] City of New [C] Orleans
[Am] Illinois Central [F] Monday morning [C] rail
[C] Fifteen cars and [G] fifteen restless [C] riders
[Am] Three conductors and [G] twenty-five sacks of [C] mail
All [Am] along the southbound odyssey
The [Em] train pulls out at Kankakee
[G] Rolls along past houses, farms and [D] fields
[Am] Passin' towns that have no names
[Em] Freight yards full of old black men
And the [G] graveyards of rusted automo- [C] biles
(Chorus
[F] Good morning, A- [G] merica, how [C] are you
[Am] Don't you know me, [F] I'm your native [C] son [G7]
I'm the [C] train they call The [G] City of New [Am] Orleans [D]
I'll be [Bb] gone five [F] hundred [G] miles when the day is [C] done)
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steam
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream
Good morning, America, how are you
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 five hundred miles when the day is done
Night time on The City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues... (pause)
Final Chorus (slower)
Good night, America, how are you
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 five hundred miles when the day is done
© Turnpike Tom Music 1970
[Am] Illinois Central [F] Monday morning [C] rail
[C] Fifteen cars and [G] fifteen restless [C] riders
[Am] Three conductors and [G] twenty-five sacks of [C] mail
All [Am] along the southbound odyssey
The [Em] train pulls out at Kankakee
[G] Rolls along past houses, farms and [D] fields
[Am] Passin' towns that have no names
[Em] Freight yards full of old black men
And the [G] graveyards of rusted automo- [C] biles
(Chorus
[F] Good morning, A- [G] merica, how [C] are you
[Am] Don't you know me, [F] I'm your native [C] son [G7]
I'm the [C] train they call The [G] City of New [Am] Orleans [D]
I'll be [Bb] gone five [F] hundred [G] miles when the day is [C] done)
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steam
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream
Good morning, America, how are you
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 five hundred miles when the day is done
Night time on The City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues... (pause)
Final Chorus (slower)
Good night, America, how are you
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 five hundred miles when the day is done
© Turnpike Tom Music 1970