City Of New Orleans Teclado

	   
 
the last line of the Chorus is a walk down with the ring finger from the 3rd to second  
fret on the a string, 
then finish with the a chord. 


D             A       D 
Riding on the City of New Orleans 
Bm               G              D    A 
Illinois Central Monday morning rail 
D                A                D 
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders 
Bm                   A                    D 
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. 

     Bm                                F#m 
All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee 
A                                 E 
Rolls along past houses farms and fields 
Bm                                F#m 
Passing trains that have no name, freight yards of old black men 
    A             A7           D 
And graveyards of rusted automobiles. 

G            A            D 
Good morning America, how are you? 
     Bm                 G               D 
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. 
A7      D                   A       Bm         E7 
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans 
        C         G       A                     D 
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. 

        D                   A              D 
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car 
Bm                  G              D    A 
Penny a point ain't no one keeping score 
D                      A        D 
Pass the paper bag but hold the bottle 
Bm              A                   D 
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor 

        Bm                              F#m 
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers 
A                                         E 
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel 
Bm                           F#m 
Mother with her babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat 
        A             A7                D 
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. 

G            A            D 
Good morning America, how are you? 
     Bm                 G               D 
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. 
A7      D                   A       Bm         E7 
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans 
        C         G       A                     D 
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. 

D                 A       D 
Night time on the City of New Orleans 
Bm               G             D   A 
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee 
D            A                 D 
Halfway home we'll be there by morning 
            Bm                   A                   D 
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea. 

    Bm                               F#m 
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dream 
        A                                E 
And the steel rail 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 got the disappearing railroad blues. 

G            A            D 
Good morning America, how are you? 
     Bm                 G               D 
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. 
A7      D                   A       Bm         E7 
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans 
        C         G       A                     D 
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.