^DRidin' on the Cit^Ay of New Orlea^Dns ^BmIllinois Central ^GMonday mornin'^D rail ^DThere's 15 cars, ^Aand 15 restless ^Driders ^Bm3 conductors and^A 25 sacks of ma^Dil

^BmAll along a southbound oddyssey, ^F#mand the train pulls out of Kankakee ^AAnd rolls along past the houses, farms and ^Efields ^BmPassin' trains that have no name,^F#m and freightyards full of old black men ^AThe graveyards of t^A7he rusted automobil^Des

^GGood mornin' A^A7merica, how are y^Dou? Sayin' ^Bmdon't you know me?,^G I'm your native^D son ^A7 D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be^C gone ^G500 ^Amiles when the day is ^Ddone.

^DDealin’ card games^A with the old men in the clu^Db car. ^BmPenny a point, a^Gin’t no one keepin' ^Dscore ^DPass the paper b^Aag that holds that bot^Dtle. ^BmHear the wheels ^Arumblin' ‘neath th^De floor.

^BmAnd the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers ^{F#m A}Ride their father's magic carpet made of ^Esteel ^BmMothers with their babes asleep are ^F#mrockin’ to the gentle beat ^AAnd the rhythm of the ^A7rails is all they ^Dfeel.

^GGood mornin' ^A7America, how are ^Dyou? Sayin' ^Bmdon't you know ^Gme?, I'm your ^Dnative ^A7son D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be^C gone ^G500 ^Amiles when the day is ^Ddone.

^DNighttime on the ^ACity of New ^DOrleans. ^BmChangin’ cars i^Gn Memphis, Ten^Dnessee ^DHalf way home, and ^Awe'll be there by ^Dmornin' Through the ^BmMississippi darkness ^Arollin’ down to th^De sea.

And all ^Bmthe towns and people seem to ^F#mfade into a bad dream And the ^Asteel rails still ain't heard the ^Enews The cond^Bmuctor sings his songs again the ^F#mpassengers will please refrain This tra^Ain has got the disa^A7ppearin’ railroa^Ed blues

^GGood mornin' ^A7America, how are ^Dyou? Sayin' ^Bmdon't you know ^Gme?, I'm your ^Dnative ^A7son D A Bm-Bm7-E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be^C gone ^G500 ^Amiles when the day is ^Ddone.