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Arlo Guthrie - City of New Orleans Transpose up Transpose down

Vocal note - melody starts on the 5

Originally in F#, I play in D capo 3, so in F

DRiding on the ACity of New OrDleans

BmIllinois Central, GMonday morning Drail

DFifteen cars and fiAfteen restless Driders

TBmhree conductors, and tAwenty five sacks of Dmail

All aBmlong the southbound odyssey

The F#mtrain pulls out of Kankakee

And Arolls along the houses, farms and Efields

BmPassing trains that have no name

And F#mfreight yards full of old black men

And Agraveyards of the rA7usted automoDbiles

GGood morning AmAerica, how aDre you?

Say Bmdon’t you know me, GI’m your native Dson

AI’m the Dtrain they call the ACity of New BmOrleans Bm/AE/G#

I’ll be gonCe five Ghundred milesAwhen the day is Ddone

Dealing Dcard games with the Aold men in the Dclub cars

A Bmpenny a point, ain’Gt no one keeping Dscore

DPass the paper Abag that holds the Dbottle

And Bmfeel the wheels Arumbling ‘neath the Dfloor

And the Bmsons of Pullman porters

And the F#m7sons of engineers

Ride their Afathers’ magic carpet made of Esteel

BmMothers with their babes asleep

F#m7Rocking to the gentle beat

And the Arhythm of the rA7ails is all they Dfeel

GGood morning AmAerica, how aDre you?

Say Bmdon’t you know me, GI’m your native Dson

AI’m the Dtrain they call the ACity of New BmOrleans Bm/AE/G#

I’ll be gonCe five Ghundred milesAwhen the day is Ddone

DNighttime on the ACity of New DOrleans

BmChanging cars in GMemphis, DTennessee

DHalfway home, and Awe’ll be there by Dmorning

Through the BmMississippi darkness, Arolling down to the Dsea

But Bmall the towns and people seem

To F#m7fade into a bad dream

The Asteel rail still ain’t heard the Enews

The Bmconductor sings his songs again

The F#m7passengers will please refrain

This Atrain’s got the disappA7earin’ railroad Dblues

GGood night AmAerica, how aDre you?

Say Bmdon’t you know me, GI’m your native Dson

AI’m the Dtrain they call the ACity of New BmOrleans Bm/AE/G#

I’ll be gonCe five Ghundred milesAwhen the day is Ddone

I’ll be gonCe five Ghundred milesAwhen the day is Ddone