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City Of New Orleans
words and music by Steve Goodman, as performed by Arlo Guthrie

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From gil@asterix.lbl.gov (Gil Rivlis)
Subject: CRD: City of New Orleans (performed by Arlo Guthrie)
Date: 20 Jan 1993 03:58:23 GMT

Into:
| G / / / | G / / / |

| G      /      D    /   |  G   / / / |
  Riding on the City of New Orleans
| Em       /       C      /     | G   /   /   /   |
  Illinois Central Monday morning rail
| G       /        D       /      | G   /   /   / |
  Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
       | Em     /    D           /      | G  /  /  / |
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
  | Em        /           /    /     | Bm          /      /     /   |
All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee
| D      /         /      /       | A   /   /   /  |
  Rolls along past houses farms and fields
| Em       /          /       /   | Bm      /        /         /   |
  Passing trains that have no name, freight yards of old black men
  | D      /      D7     /    | G    /   /   /   |
And graveyards of rusted automobiles.


Chorus:
| C      /      D7   /   |  G      /    /   /   |
  Good morning America, how are you?
                                                         1/2 1/2
   | Em        /        C        /    |  G      /    /   D7  D9   |
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
      | G          /        D    /    | Em     Em7    A7    /  |
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
      | Bb        C       D              D9    | G    /   /   /   |
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.


Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't noone keeping score
Pass the paper bag but hold the bottle
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
   And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
   Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
   Mother with her babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat
   And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Chorus. (As above)

Nightime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home we'll be there by morning
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
   But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dream
   And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
   The conductor sings his songs again, the passagers will please refrain
   This train got the disappearing railroad blues.

Chorus:
Good night America, How are you?
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son.
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.


G     3 2 0 0 0 3    (or  3 2 0 0 3 3 or 3 5 5 4 3 3 )
D     x x 0 2 3 2    (or  x 5 4 2 3 2)
Em    0 2 2 0 0 0
C     x 3 2 0 1 0    (or  x 3 5 5 5 3)
Bm    x 2 4 4 3 2
A     x 0 2 2 2 0
D7    x x 0 2 1 2    (or  x 5 4 5 3 x)
D9    x x 0 2 1 0
Em7   0 2 0 0 0 0    (or  0 2 2 0 3 0)
A7    x 0 2 0 2 0
Bb    x 1 3 3 3 1


Code:
{title:City of New Orleans}
{st:Steve Goodman}
{c:(capo 3)}
[G]Riding on the [D]City of New Or[G]leans,
[Em]Illinois Central, [C]Monday morning [G]rail,
[G]Fifteen cars and fi[D]fteen restless [G]riders,
Three con[Em]ductors, and t[D]wenty five sacks of [G]mail.

All a[Em]long the southbound odyssey,
The [Bm]train pulls out of Kankakee,
And [D]rolls along the houses, farms and [A]fields.

[Em]Passing trains that have no name,
And [Bm]freight yards full of old black men,
And [D]graveyards of the rusted automo[G]biles.

{c:Chorus:}
     [C]Good morning Am[D]erica, how a[G]re you?
     Say [Em]don't you know me, [C]I'm your native [G]son.
     [D]I'm the [G]train they call the [D]City of New [Em]Orleans,
     I'll be gon[F]e five [C]hundred miles[D] when the day is [G]done.

Dealing card games with the old men in the club cars,
A penny a point, ain't no one keeping score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle,
And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor.

And the sons of Pullman porters,
And the sons of engineers,
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel.

Mothers with their babes asleep,
Rocking to the gentle beat,
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

     {c:Chorus.}

Nighttime on the City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee.
Halfway home, and we'll be there by morning,
Through the Misissippi darkness, rolling down to the sea.

But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream,
The steel rail still ain't heard the news.

The conductor sings his songs again,
The passengers will please refrain,
This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues.

{c:Chorus:}
     Goodnight America, how are you?
     Say don't you know me, I'm your native son.
     I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,
     I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
#
# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz (putz@parc.xerox.com)
# 7 September 1992

# Additional notes:from Kevin Jaszek (Pinballwzrd3Aol.com):
#
# If one were to use the chord shapes recommended, which do work
# fine, they would be best served to have their guitar tuned one half step
# down from standard tuning rather than attaching a capo to the third fret as
# recommended by the tab, should they want to play along with the recording.


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PostPosted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 5:24 pm
  

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Arlo plays the song in F sharp, I think. So if you want to play along with the album, here´s what I have:

City Of New Orleans Steve Goodman

Capo 1st fret

(F) Riding on the (C)City of New (F)Orleans,
(Dm)Illinois Central, (Bb)Monday morning (F)rail,
Fifteen cars and (C)fifteen restless (F)riders,
Three con(Dm)ductors, (C)twenty five sacks of (F)mail.
All a(Dm)long the southbound odyssey,
The (Am)train pulls out of Kankakee,
And (C)rolls along past houses, farms and (G)fields.
(Dm)Passing trains that have no name,
And (Am)freight yards full of old black men,
And the (C)graveyards of the (C7)rusted automo(F)biles.

(Bb)Good morning, A(C)merica, how (F)are you?
Say, (Dm)don't you know me? (Bb)I'm your native (F)son.
(C)I'm (C7)the (F)train they call the (C)City of New (Dm)Orleans,(Dm7/C)(G7/B)
I'll be (Eb)gone five (Bb/D)hundred (C)miles when the (C7)day is (G)done.

Dealing card games with the (C)old men in the (F)club cars,
(Dm)Penny a point, ain't (Bb)no one keeping (F)score.
Pass the paper (C)bag that holds the (F)bottle,
And (Dm)feel the wheels (C)rumbling 'neath the (F)floor.
And the (Dm)sons of Pullman porters
And the (Am)sons of engineers
Ride their (C)fathers' magic carpets made of (G)steel.
(Dm)Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are (Am)rocking to the gentle beat,
And the (C)rhythm of the (C7)rails is all they (F)feel.

(Bb)Good morning, A(C)merica, how (F)are you?
Say, (Dm)don't you know me? (Bb)I'm your native (F)son.
(C)I'm (C7)the (F)train they call the (C)City of New (Dm)Orleans,(Dm7/C)(G7/B)
I'll be (Eb)gone five (Bb/D)hundred (C)miles when the (C7)day is (G)done.

Nighttime on the (C)City of New (F)Orleans,
(Dm)Changing cars in (Bb)Memphis, Tennes(F)see.
Halfway home, and (C)we'll be there by (F)morning,
Through the (Dm)Misissippi darkness, (C)rolling down to the (F)sea.
But (Dm)all the towns and people seem
To (Am)fade into a bad dream,
And the (C)steel rail still ain't heard the (G)news.
The con(Dm)ductor sings his songs again,
The (Am)passengers will please refrain,
This (C)train's got the disap(C7)pearin' railroad (F)blues.

(Bb)Goodnight A(C)merica, how (F)are you?
Say, (Dm)don't you know me? (Bb)I'm your native (F)son.
(C)I'm (C7)the (F)train they call the (C)City of New (Dm)Orleans,(Dm7/C)(G7/B)
I'll be (Eb)gone five (Bb/D)hundred (C)miles when the (C7)day is (F)done.

© Steve Goodman, All Rights Reserved

This is Arlo Guthrie´s version

janhauenstein@gmx.de


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