here are the bar chords (i think, i am still learning)if you don't feel like messing a capo: Bb F Gm D# Dm C F7 G7 F (?) e | -------1-----3-----------5------------1-----3-------------- | B | -3-----1-----3-----8-----6------5-----4-----6------10------ | G | -3-----2-----3-----8-----7------5-----2-----4------10------ | D | -3-----3-----5-----8-----7------5-----1-----3------10------ | A | -1-----3-----5-----6-----5------3-----3-----5------8------- | E | -------1-----3------------------------1-----3-------------- |

^BbRiding on the C^Fity of N^Bbew Orleans ^GmIllinois Central M^D#onday morning r^Bbail ^BbFifteen cars and f^Fifteen restless r^Bbiders ^GmThree conductors and t^Fwenty-five sacks of m^Bbail. ^GmAll along the south bound odyssey, ^Dmthe train pulls out of Kenkakee ^FRolls along past houses farms and ^Cfields ^GmPassing trains that have no name, f^Dmreight yards of old black men ^FAnd graveyards of ^F7rusted automo^Bbbiles.

Chorus:

^D#Good morning A^Fmerica,^Bb how are you? Sa^Gmy, don't you know me, I'^D#m your native son^Bb. ^BbI'm a train they call the C^Fity of New Orl^Gmeans ^G7 I'll be g^D#one five hundred mi^Fles when the day is d^Bbone.

Verse:

^BbDealing card games with the o^Fld men in the club ^Bbcar ^GmPenny a point ain'^D#t noone keeping sco^Bbre ^BbPass the paper b^Fag but hold the b^Bbottle ^GmFeel the wheels ^Frumbling 'neath the f^Bbloor ^GmAnd the sons of Pullman porters, and the ^Dmsons of engineers ^FRide their father's magic carpets made of ^Csteel ^GmMother with her babes asleep, rocki^Dmng to the gentle beat ^FAnd the rhythm of the ^F7rails is all they f^Bbeel.

::Chorus::

^BbNightime on the ^FCity of New Orle^Bbans ^GmChanging cars in^D# Memphis, Tenness^Bbee ^BbHalf way home we^F'll be there by morn^Bbing ^Gmthrough the Mississippi ^Fdarkness rolling down to the ^Bbsea. ^Gmand all the towns and people ^Dmseem to fade into a bad dream ^FAnd the steel rail still ain't heard the ^Cnews ^GmThe conductor sings his songs again, ^Dmthe passagers will please refrain ^FThis train got the dis^F7appearing railroad bl^Bbues.

Chorus:

^D#Good night Ame^Frica, How a^Bbre you? ^GmSay, don't you know me, ^D#I'm your native s^Bbon. ^BbI'm the train they call the Ci^Fty of New Orle^Gmans ^G7 I'll be ^D#gone five hundred m^Files when the day is ^Bbdone.