Chords for The City Of New Orleans
Tempo:
79.9 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
C#m
A
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Riding on the [B] city of [E] New Orleans,
[C#m] Illinois [A] Central, Monday [E] morning rail, 15 [B] cars and
15 [E] restless riders, [C#m] three [B] conductors and 25 sacks [E] of mail.
[C#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [G#m] train from South Kentucky,
[B] roads across past houses, [F#] farms and fields.
[C#m] The passing trains that have no [G#m] names, the graveyards full of old black [B] men,
and the graveyards of the rusted [E] automobiles.
[A] Good [B] morning America, [E] how are ya?
Say [C#m] don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native [B] sound.
[E] I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone 500 [B] miles when the [E] day is done.
Dealing cards, [B] the old men [E] in the club car,
[C#m] plenty of [A] pointy, no one keeping [E] score.
Past [B] paper bag that [E] holds the bottle,
[C#m] feel the wheels [B] rumbling, rumbling beneath [E] the floor.
[C#m] And the sons of coal mine forges, [G#m] and the sons of engineers,
[B] ride the father's mines, carping [F#] made of steel.
[C#m] Mothers with their babies sleep, [G#m] rocking to that gin beat,
[B] and the rhythm of the rails is all [E] they feel.
[A] Good [B] morning America, [E] how are ya?
[C#m] Say don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native sound.
I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone 500 [B] miles when the [E] day is done.
[A] [B]
[E] [C#m] [A]
[E] I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done.
Night time on [B] the city of [E] New Orleans,
[C#m] changing cars [A] in Memphis, [E] Tennessee.
Halfway [B] home we'll be there [E] by morning,
through [C#m] the Mississippi [B] darkness rolling down to [E] the sea.
[C#m] But all the towns and people seem [G#m] to fade into a bad dream,
[B] and the steel rails still ain't heard [F#] the news.
The [C#m] conductor sings his songs again,
[G#m] the passengers will be framed.
[B] This train's got the disappearing railroad [E] blues.
[A] Good morning [B] America, [E] how are ya?
[C#m] Say don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native [B] sound.
I'm [E] the train that calls [B] the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done.
[C#m] Illinois [A] Central, Monday [E] morning rail, 15 [B] cars and
15 [E] restless riders, [C#m] three [B] conductors and 25 sacks [E] of mail.
[C#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [G#m] train from South Kentucky,
[B] roads across past houses, [F#] farms and fields.
[C#m] The passing trains that have no [G#m] names, the graveyards full of old black [B] men,
and the graveyards of the rusted [E] automobiles.
[A] Good [B] morning America, [E] how are ya?
Say [C#m] don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native [B] sound.
[E] I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone 500 [B] miles when the [E] day is done.
Dealing cards, [B] the old men [E] in the club car,
[C#m] plenty of [A] pointy, no one keeping [E] score.
Past [B] paper bag that [E] holds the bottle,
[C#m] feel the wheels [B] rumbling, rumbling beneath [E] the floor.
[C#m] And the sons of coal mine forges, [G#m] and the sons of engineers,
[B] ride the father's mines, carping [F#] made of steel.
[C#m] Mothers with their babies sleep, [G#m] rocking to that gin beat,
[B] and the rhythm of the rails is all [E] they feel.
[A] Good [B] morning America, [E] how are ya?
[C#m] Say don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native sound.
I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone 500 [B] miles when the [E] day is done.
[A] [B]
[E] [C#m] [A]
[E] I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done.
Night time on [B] the city of [E] New Orleans,
[C#m] changing cars [A] in Memphis, [E] Tennessee.
Halfway [B] home we'll be there [E] by morning,
through [C#m] the Mississippi [B] darkness rolling down to [E] the sea.
[C#m] But all the towns and people seem [G#m] to fade into a bad dream,
[B] and the steel rails still ain't heard [F#] the news.
The [C#m] conductor sings his songs again,
[G#m] the passengers will be framed.
[B] This train's got the disappearing railroad [E] blues.
[A] Good morning [B] America, [E] how are ya?
[C#m] Say don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native [B] sound.
I'm [E] the train that calls [B] the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done.
Key:
B
E
C#m
A
F#
B
E
C#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on the [B] city of [E] New Orleans, _ _
[C#m] Illinois [A] Central, Monday [E] morning rail, _ _ 15 [B] cars and
15 [E] restless riders, _ [C#m] three [B] conductors and 25 sacks [E] of mail. _
[C#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [G#m] train from South Kentucky,
[B] roads across past houses, [F#] farms and fields.
[C#m] The passing trains that have no [G#m] names, the graveyards full of old black [B] men,
and the graveyards of the rusted [E] automobiles. _
[A] Good [B] morning America, [E] how are ya?
Say [C#m] don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native [B] sound.
[E] I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone 500 [B] miles when the [E] day is done. _ _
_ _ _ _ Dealing cards, [B] the old men [E] in the club car,
_ [C#m] plenty of [A] pointy, no one keeping [E] score.
_ _ _ Past [B] paper bag that [E] holds the bottle,
_ [C#m] feel the wheels [B] rumbling, rumbling beneath [E] the floor.
_ _ [C#m] And the sons of coal mine forges, [G#m] and the sons of engineers,
[B] ride the father's mines, carping [F#] made of steel.
_ [C#m] Mothers with their babies sleep, [G#m] rocking to that gin beat,
[B] and the rhythm of the rails is all [E] they feel.
_ [A] Good [B] morning America, [E] how are ya?
_ [C#m] Say don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native sound.
I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone 500 [B] miles when the [E] day is done.
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done.
_ Night time on [B] the city of [E] New Orleans,
_ _ [C#m] changing cars [A] in Memphis, [E] Tennessee.
_ _ _ Halfway [B] home we'll be there [E] by morning,
through [C#m] the Mississippi [B] darkness rolling down to [E] the sea.
_ [C#m] But all the towns and people seem [G#m] to fade into a bad dream,
[B] and the steel rails still ain't heard [F#] the news.
The [C#m] conductor sings his songs again,
[G#m] the passengers will be framed.
[B] This train's got the disappearing railroad [E] blues.
_ _ [A] Good morning [B] America, [E] how are ya?
_ [C#m] Say don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native [B] sound.
I'm [E] the train that calls [B] the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on the [B] city of [E] New Orleans, _ _
[C#m] Illinois [A] Central, Monday [E] morning rail, _ _ 15 [B] cars and
15 [E] restless riders, _ [C#m] three [B] conductors and 25 sacks [E] of mail. _
[C#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [G#m] train from South Kentucky,
[B] roads across past houses, [F#] farms and fields.
[C#m] The passing trains that have no [G#m] names, the graveyards full of old black [B] men,
and the graveyards of the rusted [E] automobiles. _
[A] Good [B] morning America, [E] how are ya?
Say [C#m] don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native [B] sound.
[E] I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone 500 [B] miles when the [E] day is done. _ _
_ _ _ _ Dealing cards, [B] the old men [E] in the club car,
_ [C#m] plenty of [A] pointy, no one keeping [E] score.
_ _ _ Past [B] paper bag that [E] holds the bottle,
_ [C#m] feel the wheels [B] rumbling, rumbling beneath [E] the floor.
_ _ [C#m] And the sons of coal mine forges, [G#m] and the sons of engineers,
[B] ride the father's mines, carping [F#] made of steel.
_ [C#m] Mothers with their babies sleep, [G#m] rocking to that gin beat,
[B] and the rhythm of the rails is all [E] they feel.
_ [A] Good [B] morning America, [E] how are ya?
_ [C#m] Say don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native sound.
I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone 500 [B] miles when the [E] day is done.
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ I'm the train that [B] calls the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done.
_ Night time on [B] the city of [E] New Orleans,
_ _ [C#m] changing cars [A] in Memphis, [E] Tennessee.
_ _ _ Halfway [B] home we'll be there [E] by morning,
through [C#m] the Mississippi [B] darkness rolling down to [E] the sea.
_ [C#m] But all the towns and people seem [G#m] to fade into a bad dream,
[B] and the steel rails still ain't heard [F#] the news.
The [C#m] conductor sings his songs again,
[G#m] the passengers will be framed.
[B] This train's got the disappearing railroad [E] blues.
_ _ [A] Good morning [B] America, [E] how are ya?
_ [C#m] Say don't you know [A] me, I'm your [E] native [B] sound.
I'm [E] the train that calls [B] the city of [C#m] New [F#] Orleans.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done.
I'll [D] be gone 500 [B] miles when the day [E] is done. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _