Chords for Me First And The Gimme Gimmes - City Of New Orleans (Official Audio)
Tempo:
97.35 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
D#m
B
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans.
[D#m] Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail.
Fifteen [C#] cars and fifteen [F#] restless riders.
[D#m] Three [C#] conductors and twenty-five [F#] sacks of mail.
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey,
[A#m] train pulls out, it can't go [C#] deep.
World's a long past house, [G#] hedge farms, and fields.
[D#m] Passing parades that have [A#m] no names.
The graveyard's full of old [C#] black men.
In the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile.
[B] Good morning, I'm out.
[F#]
[D#m] I said, don't you [B] know me?
I'm [F#] your native son.
I'm a train [C#] maker on the city [D#m] of New [C#] Orleans.
[B] I'll be gone for a [C#] hundred miles when the [F#] day is done.
Dealing [C#] cards with the old [F#] men in the club car.
[D#m] Pay your [Bm] foreign aid, no one [F#] keeps it secure.
Pass a [C#] paper bag that [F#] holds a bottle.
[D#m] Steel [C#] wheels rumbling [F#] beneath the floor.
[D#m] And the sons of Pullman porters [A#] and the sons of engineers
[C#] ride their fathers' magic carpets [G#] made of steel.
[D#m] Mothers with their babes [A#] asleep rockin' to the channel [C#] beat.
And the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] that they feel.
[B] Good morning, [C#] America, [F#] how are ya?
I [D#m] said, don't you know me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
I'm a train maker [C#] on the city of [D#] New Orleans.
[C] I'll [B] be gone for a hundred [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
[C#] Good morning, [C#m] [F#] America, how are ya?
[D#m] I said, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
I'm a train [C#m] maker on the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
[B] I'll be gone for a hundred [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
[B] Good night, [C#] America, [F#] how are ya?
I [D#m] said, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] I'm a train maker [C#] on the city of New Orleans.
[C]
[B] I'll be gone for a hundred miles [C#] when the [F#] day is done.
[F#]
[B]
[D#m] Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail.
Fifteen [C#] cars and fifteen [F#] restless riders.
[D#m] Three [C#] conductors and twenty-five [F#] sacks of mail.
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey,
[A#m] train pulls out, it can't go [C#] deep.
World's a long past house, [G#] hedge farms, and fields.
[D#m] Passing parades that have [A#m] no names.
The graveyard's full of old [C#] black men.
In the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile.
[B] Good morning, I'm out.
[F#]
[D#m] I said, don't you [B] know me?
I'm [F#] your native son.
I'm a train [C#] maker on the city [D#m] of New [C#] Orleans.
[B] I'll be gone for a [C#] hundred miles when the [F#] day is done.
Dealing [C#] cards with the old [F#] men in the club car.
[D#m] Pay your [Bm] foreign aid, no one [F#] keeps it secure.
Pass a [C#] paper bag that [F#] holds a bottle.
[D#m] Steel [C#] wheels rumbling [F#] beneath the floor.
[D#m] And the sons of Pullman porters [A#] and the sons of engineers
[C#] ride their fathers' magic carpets [G#] made of steel.
[D#m] Mothers with their babes [A#] asleep rockin' to the channel [C#] beat.
And the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] that they feel.
[B] Good morning, [C#] America, [F#] how are ya?
I [D#m] said, don't you know me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
I'm a train maker [C#] on the city of [D#] New Orleans.
[C] I'll [B] be gone for a hundred [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
[C#] Good morning, [C#m] [F#] America, how are ya?
[D#m] I said, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
I'm a train [C#m] maker on the city [D#m] of New Orleans.
[B] I'll be gone for a hundred [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
[B] Good night, [C#] America, [F#] how are ya?
I [D#m] said, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] I'm a train maker [C#] on the city of New Orleans.
[C]
[B] I'll be gone for a hundred miles [C#] when the [F#] day is done.
[F#]
[B]
Key:
F#
C#
D#m
B
A#m
F#
C#
D#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans. _ _
[D#m] Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail. _ _
Fifteen [C#] cars and fifteen [F#] restless riders. _
[D#m] Three [C#] conductors and twenty-five [F#] sacks of mail. _
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey,
[A#m] train pulls out, it can't go [C#] deep.
World's a long past house, [G#] hedge farms, and fields. _
[D#m] Passing parades that have [A#m] no names.
The graveyard's full of old [C#] black men.
In the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile. _ _
[B] Good morning, I'm out.
[F#] _ _ _
[D#m] I said, don't you [B] know me?
I'm [F#] your native son.
I'm a train [C#] maker on the city [D#m] of New [C#] Orleans.
[B] I'll be gone for a [C#] hundred miles when the [F#] day is done. _
Dealing [C#] cards with the old [F#] men in the club car. _
[D#m] Pay your [Bm] foreign aid, no one [F#] keeps it secure. _
Pass a [C#] paper bag that [F#] holds a bottle. _
[D#m] Steel [C#] wheels rumbling [F#] beneath the floor. _
[D#m] And the sons of Pullman porters [A#] and the sons of engineers
[C#] ride their fathers' magic carpets [G#] made of steel. _ _
[D#m] Mothers with their babes [A#] asleep rockin' to the channel [C#] beat.
And the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] that they feel. _
[B] Good morning, [C#] America, [F#] how are ya?
I [D#m] said, don't you know me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
I'm a train maker [C#] on the city of [D#] New Orleans.
_ [C] I'll [B] be gone for a hundred [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _
[C#] Good morning, [C#m] _ _ [F#] America, how are ya? _
[D#m] I said, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son. _
I'm a train [C#m] maker on the city [D#m] of New Orleans. _
[B] I'll be gone for a hundred [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _
[B] Good night, [C#] America, [F#] how are ya?
I [D#m] said, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son. _ _
[C#] I'm a train maker [C#] on the city of New Orleans.
[C] _
[B] I'll be gone for a hundred miles [C#] when the [F#] day is done.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans. _ _
[D#m] Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail. _ _
Fifteen [C#] cars and fifteen [F#] restless riders. _
[D#m] Three [C#] conductors and twenty-five [F#] sacks of mail. _
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey,
[A#m] train pulls out, it can't go [C#] deep.
World's a long past house, [G#] hedge farms, and fields. _
[D#m] Passing parades that have [A#m] no names.
The graveyard's full of old [C#] black men.
In the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile. _ _
[B] Good morning, I'm out.
[F#] _ _ _
[D#m] I said, don't you [B] know me?
I'm [F#] your native son.
I'm a train [C#] maker on the city [D#m] of New [C#] Orleans.
[B] I'll be gone for a [C#] hundred miles when the [F#] day is done. _
Dealing [C#] cards with the old [F#] men in the club car. _
[D#m] Pay your [Bm] foreign aid, no one [F#] keeps it secure. _
Pass a [C#] paper bag that [F#] holds a bottle. _
[D#m] Steel [C#] wheels rumbling [F#] beneath the floor. _
[D#m] And the sons of Pullman porters [A#] and the sons of engineers
[C#] ride their fathers' magic carpets [G#] made of steel. _ _
[D#m] Mothers with their babes [A#] asleep rockin' to the channel [C#] beat.
And the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] that they feel. _
[B] Good morning, [C#] America, [F#] how are ya?
I [D#m] said, don't you know me?
I'm your [F#] native son.
I'm a train maker [C#] on the city of [D#] New Orleans.
_ [C] I'll [B] be gone for a hundred [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _
[C#] Good morning, [C#m] _ _ [F#] America, how are ya? _
[D#m] I said, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son. _
I'm a train [C#m] maker on the city [D#m] of New Orleans. _
[B] I'll be gone for a hundred [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _
[B] Good night, [C#] America, [F#] how are ya?
I [D#m] said, don't you know [B] me?
I'm your [F#] native son. _ _
[C#] I'm a train maker [C#] on the city of New Orleans.
[C] _
[B] I'll be gone for a hundred miles [C#] when the [F#] day is done.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _