Ryan Bingham - City of new orleans

^DRiding on the ^ACity of ^DNew Orleans ^BmIllinois Central ^GMonday morning ^Drail ^{A D}Fifteen cars and ^Afifteen restless ^Driders ^BmThree conductors and ^Atwenty-five sacks of ^Dmail.

All a^Bmlong the south bound odyssey, the ^F#mtrain pulls out of Kenkakee ^ARolls along past houses farms and ^Efields ^BmPassing trains that have no name, ^F#mfreight yards of old black men And ^Agraveyards of ^A7rusted automo^Dbiles.

^GGood morning ^AAmerica, how ^Dare you? Say, ^Bmdon't you know me, ^GI'm your native ^Dson. ^A7I'm the ^Dtrain they call the ^ACity of ^BmNew Orleans^E7 I'll be ^Cgone five ^Ghundred ^Amiles when the day is ^Ddone.

Dealing ^Dcard games with the ^Aold men in the ^Dclub car ^BmPenny a point ain't ^Gno one keeping ^Dscore^{A D}Pass the paper bag but ^Ahold the ^Dbottle ^BmFeel the wheels ^Arumbling 'neath the ^Dfloor

And the ^Bmsons of Pullman porters and the ^F#msons of engineers ^ARide their father's magic carpets made of ^Esteel ^BmMother with her babes asleep ^F#mrocking to the gentle beat And the ^Arhythm of the ^A7rails is all they ^Dfeel.

^GGood morning ^AAmerica, how ^Dare you? Say, ^Bmdon't you know me, ^GI'm your native ^Dson. ^A7I'm the ^Dtrain they call the ^ACity of ^BmNew Orleans^E7 I'll be ^Cgone five ^Ghundred ^Amiles when the day is ^Ddone.

^DNight time on the ^ACity of ^DNew Orleans ^BmChanging cars in ^GMemphis Tennes^Dsee ^{A D}Halfway home ^Awe'll be there by ^Dmorning through the ^BmMississippi darkness ^Arolling down to the ^Dsea.

But ^Bmall the towns and people seem to ^F#mfade into a dark dream And the ^Asteel rail still ain't heard the ^Enews The ^Bmconductor sings his songs again, the ^F#mpassengers will please refrain This ^Atrain got the disap^A7pearing railroad ^Dblues.

^GGood morning ^AAmerica, how ^Dare you? Say, ^Bmdon't you know me, ^GI'm your native ^Dson. ^A7I'm the ^Dtrain they call the ^ACity of ^BmNew Orleans^E7 I'll be ^Cgone five ^Ghundred ^Amiles when the day is ^Ddone.