Key: E major•
Verse 1
E
B
Riding on the city of
New
C#m
Illinois
Central,
A
E
Monday morning rail.
B
E
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
C#m
B
E
three conductors and twenty -five sacks of mail.
Southbound
C#m
G#m
Passing towns that have no name, graveyards full of old black men,
B
E
the graveyards of rusted automobiles
A
E
I'm your native son
New
C#m
A
I'll be gone five hundred miles
B
E
when day is done
C#m
A
Penny a point and no
B
E
Past the paper bag that holds the bottle
B
E
-grumblin' neath the floor
C#m
G#m
Sons of woman porters, son s of engineers,
B
F#
ride their father's magic carpet made of steam.
A
E
I'm your native son I'm the train they call the
New
E
C#m
A
Orleans I'll be gone five hundred
B
E
miles when day is done
New
A
Memphis,
Through the
C#m
B
E
Mississippi darkness rolling to
B
F#
The steel rail hasn't heard the news
A
E
B
I'm your native son I'm the train that called the city of
New
C#m
A
I'll be gone five hundred miles
B
E
when the day is done
A
E
I'm your native son
New
C#m
I'll be gone five hundred miles ahead of you
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsE B C#m A G#m...
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