Or, if you like:

[G]Ridin' on the [D]City of New [G]Orleans,
[Em]Illinois Central, [C]Monday mornin' [G]Rail [D]
[G]Thirteen cars and [D]fifteen restless [G]riders
Three con[Em]ductors, [D]twenty-five sacks of [G]mail
All a[Em]long the southbound odyssey, the [Bm]train pulls out of Kankakee,
[D]Rolling past the houses, farms and [A]fields.
[Em]Passin' trains that have no names, [Bm]freight yards full of old black men
And the [D]graveyards of the [C]rusted automo[G]biles.

CHORUS: [C]Good morning A[D]merica how [G]are you?
[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 [F]gone five [Em]hundred [D]miles
when the day is [G]done.

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Just gotta find your own key...

Sarah