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