City Of New Orleans
Arlo Guthrie
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GbRiding on the DbCity of GbNew Orleans
EbmIllinois Central, HMonday morning GbrailDb
GbFifteen cars and Dbfifteen restless Gbriders
EbmThree conductors and Dbtwenty-five sacks of Gbmail.
All Ebmalong the south bound odyssey, the Bmtrain pulls out of Kankakee
DbRolls along past houses, farms and Abfields
EbmPassing trains that have no name, Bmfreight yards full of old black men
And the Dbgraveyards of the Db7rusted automoGbbiles.
HGood morning DbAmerica, how Gbare you?
Say, Ebmdon't you know me, HI'm your native Gbson.
Db7I'm the Gbtrain they call the DbCity of EbmNew OrleansAb7
I'll be Egone five Hhundred Dbmiles when the Db7day is Gbdone.
Dealing Gbcard games with the Dbold men in the Gbclub car
EbmPenny a point, ain't Hno one keeping GbscoreDb
GbPass the paper bag that Dbholds the Gbbottle
EbmFeel the wheels Dbrumblin' 'neath the Gbfloor
And the Ebmsons of Pullman porters and the Bmsons of engineers
DbRide their fathers' magic carpets made of Absteel
EbmMothers with their babes asleep, Bmrockin' to the gentle beat
And the Dbrhythm of the Db7rails is all they Gbfeel.
HGood morning DbAmerica, how Gbare you?
Say, Ebmdon't you know me, HI'm your native Gbson.
Db7I'm the Gbtrain they call the DbCity of EbmNew OrleansAb7
I'll be Egone five Hhundred Dbmiles when the Db7day is Gbdone.
GbNight time on the DbCity of GbNew Orleans
EbmChanging cars in HMemphis, TennesGbseeDb
GbHalfway home, Dbwe'll be there by Gbmorning
through the EbmMississippi darkness Dbrolling down to the Gbsea.
But Ebmall the towns and people seem to Bmfade into a bad dream
And the Dbsteel rail still ain't heard the Abnews
The Ebmconductor sings his songs again, the Bmpassengers will please refrain
This Dbtrain got the disapDb7pearing railroad Gbblues.
HGood night DbAmerica, how Gbare you?
Say, Ebmdon't you know me, HI'm your native Gbson.
Db7I'm the Gbtrain they call the DbCity of EbmNew OrleansAb7
I'll be Egone five Hhundred Dbmiles when the Db7day is Gbdone.