City Of New Orleans Chords by Arlo Guthrie
Tempo:
73.2 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
D#m
B
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Riding on the [C#] city of [F#] New Orleans, Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail, 15 [C#] cars and 15 [F#] restless riders, [D#m] 3 [C#] conductors, 25 [F#] sacks of mail.
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, the [A#m] train pulls out at [C#] Kandakie, rolls along past houses, [G#] farms and fields.
[D#m]
Passing trains that have no [A#m] name, and graveyards full of old black men, [C#] and the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile.
[B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
[G#] [E] I'll be gone [C#] 500 miles when the [F#] day is done.
Dealing card games [C#] with the old men [F#] in the club cars.
[D#m] Penny a point, [B] ain't no one [F#] keeping score.
Pass the paper [C#] bag that [F#] holds the bottle, [D#m] you feel the wheels [C#] rumbling beneath [F#] the floor.
And [D#m] the sons of pole men, porters, [A#m] and the sons of engineers, write [C#] their fathers magic carpets made [G#] of steel.
[D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle beat, [C#] and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
[B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] [F#] I'm the train they [C#] call the city of [D#m] New Orleans.
[G#] [E] I'll be gone 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done.
Night time [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans, [D#m]
changing [B] cars in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee.
Halfway [C#] home, we'll be [F#] there by morning, [D#m] through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down [F#] to the sea.
[D#m] But all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream, [C#] and the steel rail still ain't [G#] heard the news.
[D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain, [C#] this train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blues.
[B]
Good [C#] night America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
[C] [E] I'll be gone [C#] 500 miles when the day is [F#] done.
[C#] [F#]
[B] [F#]
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, the [A#m] train pulls out at [C#] Kandakie, rolls along past houses, [G#] farms and fields.
[D#m]
Passing trains that have no [A#m] name, and graveyards full of old black men, [C#] and the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile.
[B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
[G#] [E] I'll be gone [C#] 500 miles when the [F#] day is done.
Dealing card games [C#] with the old men [F#] in the club cars.
[D#m] Penny a point, [B] ain't no one [F#] keeping score.
Pass the paper [C#] bag that [F#] holds the bottle, [D#m] you feel the wheels [C#] rumbling beneath [F#] the floor.
And [D#m] the sons of pole men, porters, [A#m] and the sons of engineers, write [C#] their fathers magic carpets made [G#] of steel.
[D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle beat, [C#] and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
[B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] [F#] I'm the train they [C#] call the city of [D#m] New Orleans.
[G#] [E] I'll be gone 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done.
Night time [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans, [D#m]
changing [B] cars in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee.
Halfway [C#] home, we'll be [F#] there by morning, [D#m] through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down [F#] to the sea.
[D#m] But all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream, [C#] and the steel rail still ain't [G#] heard the news.
[D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain, [C#] this train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blues.
[B]
Good [C#] night America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
[C] [E] I'll be gone [C#] 500 miles when the day is [F#] done.
[C#] [F#]
[B] [F#]
Key:
F#
C#
D#m
B
A#m
F#
C#
D#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on the [C#] city of [F#] New Orleans, _ Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail, _ _ 15 [C#] cars and 15 [F#] restless riders, _ [D#m] 3 [C#] conductors, 25 [F#] sacks of mail.
_ [D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, the [A#m] train pulls out at [C#] Kandakie, rolls along past houses, [G#] farms and fields.
_ _ [D#m]
Passing trains that have no [A#m] name, and graveyards full of old black men, [C#] and the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile.
_ _ [B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
_ I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
[G#] _ [E] I'll be gone [C#] 500 miles when the [F#] day is done. _ _ _
_ _ Dealing card games [C#] with the old men [F#] in the club cars.
_ [D#m] Penny a point, [B] ain't no one [F#] keeping score.
_ _ Pass the paper [C#] bag that [F#] holds the bottle, _ [D#m] you feel the wheels [C#] rumbling beneath [F#] the floor.
And [D#m] the sons of pole men, porters, [A#m] and the sons of engineers, write [C#] their fathers magic carpets made [G#] of steel.
_ _ [D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle beat, [C#] and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
_ [B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] _ [F#] I'm the train they [C#] call the city of [D#m] New Orleans.
[G#] _ [E] I'll be gone 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done.
_ _ _ _ _ Night time [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans, _ _ [D#m]
changing [B] cars in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee. _ _ _
Halfway [C#] home, we'll be [F#] there by morning, _ [D#m] through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down [F#] to the sea.
_ _ [D#m] But all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream, [C#] and the steel rail still ain't [G#] heard the news.
_ [D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain, [C#] this train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blues.
_ _ [B]
Good [C#] night America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
_ I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
[C] _ [E] I'll be gone [C#] 500 miles when the day is [F#] done. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _
Riding on the [C#] city of [F#] New Orleans, _ Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail, _ _ 15 [C#] cars and 15 [F#] restless riders, _ [D#m] 3 [C#] conductors, 25 [F#] sacks of mail.
_ [D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, the [A#m] train pulls out at [C#] Kandakie, rolls along past houses, [G#] farms and fields.
_ _ [D#m]
Passing trains that have no [A#m] name, and graveyards full of old black men, [C#] and the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile.
_ _ [B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
_ I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
[G#] _ [E] I'll be gone [C#] 500 miles when the [F#] day is done. _ _ _
_ _ Dealing card games [C#] with the old men [F#] in the club cars.
_ [D#m] Penny a point, [B] ain't no one [F#] keeping score.
_ _ Pass the paper [C#] bag that [F#] holds the bottle, _ [D#m] you feel the wheels [C#] rumbling beneath [F#] the floor.
And [D#m] the sons of pole men, porters, [A#m] and the sons of engineers, write [C#] their fathers magic carpets made [G#] of steel.
_ _ [D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle beat, [C#] and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
_ [B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] _ [F#] I'm the train they [C#] call the city of [D#m] New Orleans.
[G#] _ [E] I'll be gone 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done.
_ _ _ _ _ Night time [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans, _ _ [D#m]
changing [B] cars in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee. _ _ _
Halfway [C#] home, we'll be [F#] there by morning, _ [D#m] through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down [F#] to the sea.
_ _ [D#m] But all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream, [C#] and the steel rail still ain't [G#] heard the news.
_ [D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain, [C#] this train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blues.
_ _ [B]
Good [C#] night America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
_ I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
[C] _ [E] I'll be gone [C#] 500 miles when the day is [F#] done. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _
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