[Estrofe]
D                A             D 
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans 
Bm               G             D 
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail 
D                A               D 
There's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders 
Bm              A              D 
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail  
Bm                               F#m 
All along a southbound oddyssey, and the train pulls out of Kankakee 
A                                          E 
And rolls along past the houses, farms and fields 
Bm                               F#m 
Passin' trains that have no name, and freightyards full of old black men 
A                  A7                 D 
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
[Refrão]
G             A7               D 
Good mornin' America, how are you? 
       Bm                 G               D      A7 
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son 
        D                   A           Bm A E7 
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans 
       C     G   A                     D 
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
[Estrofe]
D                   A                           D 
Dealin’ card games with the old men in the club car. 
Bm              G                     D 
Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin' score 
D               A                     D 
Pass the paper bag that holds that bottle. 
Bm              A                   D 
Hear the wheels rumblin' ‘neath the floor.  
Bm                                       F#m 
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of engineers 
A                                        E 
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel 
Bm                                  F#m 
Mothers with their babes asleep are rockin’ to the gentle beat 
A                     A7                D 
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
[Refrão]
G            A7               D 
Good mornin' America, how are you? 
       Bm             G             D      A7 
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son 
        D                   A           Bm A E7 
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans 
       C     G   A                     D 
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
[Medio]
G  A7  D  Bm  G  D  A7  D  A  Bm A E7  C  G  A  D
[Estrofe]
D                A           D 
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans. 
Bm               G             D 
Changin’ cars in Memphis, Tennessee 
D                  A                 D 
Half way home, and we'll be there by mornin' 
            Bm                   A                   D 
Through the Mississippi darkness rollin’ down to the sea.  
        Bm                           F#m 
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream 
        A                                 E 
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news 
        Bm                              F#m 
The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain 
        A                  A7                D 
This train has got the disappearin’ railroad blues
[Refrão]
G            A7               D 
Good mornin' America, how are you? 
       Bm             G             D      A7 
Sayin' don't you know me?, I'm your native son 
        D                   A           Bm A E7 
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
[Outro]
       C     G   A                     D 
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done 
       C     G   A                     D 
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done 
       C     G   A                     D 
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done