Arlo Guthrie - City Of New Orleans

R^Cidin' on the C^Gity of New O^Crleans, Il^Amlinois Central, Mon^Fday morning rai^Cl.^G There's 1^C5 cars and 1^G5 restless r^Ciders, and ^Am3 conductors, twenty^Gfive sacks of m^Cail. They're ^Amout on a south-bound odeyssey, the t^Emrain pulls out of Kankakee, ro^Gllin' past the houses, farms, and fi^Delds. And the p^Amassin' towns that have no name, f^Emreight yards full of old black men, and the grav^Geyards of rusted autom^Cobiles.

^FGood morning America. How ^Care you? Say, ^Amdon't you know me? I^F'm your native s^Con.^G I'm the t^Crain they call the C^Gity of New O^Amrleans^D7. I'll be go^Fne 500 m^Giles when the day is d^Cone.

Dealin' c^Card games with the o^Gld men in the c^Club car, P^Amenny a point ain't ^Fno one keepin' sc^Core,^G Won't you p^Cass the paper b^Gag that holds the b^Cottle, Yeah, and f^Ameel the wheels a-gr^Gumblin' 'neath the fl^Coor, And the s^Amons of pullmen porters, and the ^Emsons of engineers, ride their fa^Gthers' magic carpet made of st^Deel. Mo^Amthers with their babes asleep, are r^Emockin' to the gentle beat, and the rh^Gythm of the ra^G7ils is all they f^Ceel.

N^Cight time on the C^Gity of New O^Crleans, c^Amhangin' cars in Me^Fmphis Tenn^Cessee,^G Ha^Clfway home, we^G'll be there by mo^Crnin', through the Mi^Amssissippi darkness, rol^Glin' down to the s^Cea. But ^Amall the towns and people seem, to f^Emade into a bad dream, and the s^Gteel rail, still ain't heard the n^Dews. The con^Amductor sings his songs again, the pa^Emssengers will please refrain, this tr^Gain's got tt disappe^Far in' them railroad b^Clues.