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Subject: City of New Orleans 4/4 Willie Nelson ( Written by Steve Goodman)
(G) Ridin on the (D) city of new (G) orleans
(Em) Illinois central, (C) monday morning (G) rail
Fifteen cars and (D) fifteen restless (G) riders
(Em) Three conducters and (D) twenty five sacks of (G) mail
(Em) All along the southbound odessy
(Bm) The train pulls out of Kankakee
(D) And rolls along the houses, farms and (A) fields
(Em) Passin towns that have no name
(Bm) And freight yards full of old black men
(D) And the graveyards of (D7) the rusted (G) automobiles
(C) Good morning (D7) america how are (G) you
(Em) Say don't you know me, (C) I"m your native (G) son
(D7) I'm the (G) train they call the (D) city of new (Em) orleans
I'll be (A7) gone five hundred (C) miles when the (D) day is (G) done
(G) Dealin cards with the (D) old men in the club (G) car
(Em) Penny a point ain't no (C) one keepin (G) score
Pass the paper (D) bag that holds the (G) bottle
(Em) Feel the wheels (D) grumblin neath the (G) floor
(Em) And the sons of pullman porters
(Bm) And the sons of engineers
(D) Ride their fathers magic carpet made of (A) steel
(Em) Mothers with their babes a sleep
(Bm) A rockin to the gentle beat
(D) And the rythm of the (D7) rail is all they (G) feel
(C) Good morning (D7) america how are (G) you
(Em) Said don't you know me, (C) i'm your native (G) son
(D7) I'm the (G) train they call the (D) city of new (Em) orleans
I'll be (A7) gone five hundred (C) miles when the (D) day is (G) done
(G) Nighttime on the (D) city of new (G) orleans
(Em) Changin cars in (C) memphis (G) tennesse
Halfway home and (D) we'll be there by (G) morning
(Em) Thru the mississippi darkness (D) rollin down to the (G) sea
(Em) And all the towns and people seem
(Bm) To fade into a bad dream
(D) And the steel rail still ain't heard the (A) news
(Em) The conducter sings his song again
(Bm) The passengers will please refrain
(D) This trains got the (D7) disappearin railroad (G) blues
(C) Good morning (D7) america how are (G) you
(Em) Say don't you know me, (C) I'm your native (G) son
(D7) I'm the (G) train they call the (D) city of new (Em) orleans
I'll be (A7) gone five hundred (C) miles when the (D) day is (G) done
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