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[Verse 1]
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Riding on the City of New Orleans
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Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
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Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
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Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
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All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee
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Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
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Passing trains that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
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And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
[Chorus]
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Good morning America, how are you?
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Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
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I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
[Verse 2]
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Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
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Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
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Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
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Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
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And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
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Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel
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Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
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And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
[Chorus]
B C# F#
Good morning America, how are you?
D#m B F#
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
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I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
[Acoustic strum]
B C# F#
Good morning America, how are you?
D#m B F#
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
C#7 F# C# D#m G#7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
[Chorus]
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Good night America, how are you?
D#m B F#
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
C#7 F# C# D#m G#7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
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I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
