The City Of New Orleans Willie Nelson With Lyrics Chords
Tempo:
75.45 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Riding on the [A] city of New [D] Orleans, [Bm] Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail, 15 cars and [A] 15 restless [D] riders, [Bm] three conductors and [A] 25 sacks on [D] hay.
All [Bm] along the southbound Obseve, the [F#m] train pulls out at Canter Key, and [A] roads belong past houses, farms [E] and fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old black men, and the [A] graveyards of the rusted [D] automobiles.
[G] Good morning, [A] [D] [Bm] say don't you know me, I'm your native [D] son, [A] [D] mainly [A] called the City of [Bm] New Orleans, and I'll [C] be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
Stealing [A] cards with the old man [D] in the club car, [Bm] penny a point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score, past the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle, [Bm] field [A] wheels rumbling beneath [D] the floor.
And [Bm] the sons are full of quarters [F#m] and the sons of engineers, [A] drive their fathers magic carpet [E] made of steel.
[Bm] Mother with their baby sleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle [A] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they feel.
[G] Good [A] morning, say [D]
[Bm] don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son, mainly [A] called the City [Bm] of New [D]
Orleans, [C] and I'll be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
Night [G] [A] [D]
[Bm] [G] [D]
[A] [Bm] [D]
[C] [A] [D]
time [A] on the City [D] of New Orleans, [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee, halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning.
[Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling [D] down to the sea, [Bm] but all the towns and people [F#m] seem to fade into a bad [A] dream, and the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
[Bm] The conductor sings his songs again, [F#m] the passengers will please refrain, [A] the train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
[G] Good [A] morning America, [D]
[Bm] say don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [D] son, mainly [A] called the City [Bm] of New Orleans, [C] and I'll be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
[Bm] [G] [D]
[A] [D]
[Bm]
All [Bm] along the southbound Obseve, the [F#m] train pulls out at Canter Key, and [A] roads belong past houses, farms [E] and fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old black men, and the [A] graveyards of the rusted [D] automobiles.
[G] Good morning, [A] [D] [Bm] say don't you know me, I'm your native [D] son, [A] [D] mainly [A] called the City of [Bm] New Orleans, and I'll [C] be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
Stealing [A] cards with the old man [D] in the club car, [Bm] penny a point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score, past the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle, [Bm] field [A] wheels rumbling beneath [D] the floor.
And [Bm] the sons are full of quarters [F#m] and the sons of engineers, [A] drive their fathers magic carpet [E] made of steel.
[Bm] Mother with their baby sleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle [A] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they feel.
[G] Good [A] morning, say [D]
[Bm] don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son, mainly [A] called the City [Bm] of New [D]
Orleans, [C] and I'll be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
Night [G] [A] [D]
[Bm] [G] [D]
[A] [Bm] [D]
[C] [A] [D]
time [A] on the City [D] of New Orleans, [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee, halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning.
[Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling [D] down to the sea, [Bm] but all the towns and people [F#m] seem to fade into a bad [A] dream, and the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
[Bm] The conductor sings his songs again, [F#m] the passengers will please refrain, [A] the train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
[G] Good [A] morning America, [D]
[Bm] say don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [D] son, mainly [A] called the City [Bm] of New Orleans, [C] and I'll be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
[Bm] [G] [D]
[A] [D]
[Bm]
Key:
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A
Bm
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F#m
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Riding on the [A] city of New [D] Orleans, _ _ [Bm] Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail, _ _ 15 cars and [A] 15 restless [D] riders, _ _ [Bm] three conductors and [A] 25 sacks on [D] hay.
_ All [Bm] along the southbound Obseve, the [F#m] train pulls out at Canter Key, and [A] roads belong past houses, farms [E] and fields.
_ [Bm] Passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old black men, and the [A] graveyards of the rusted _ [D] automobiles.
_ [G] Good morning, [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] say don't you know me, I'm your native [D] son, [A] _ _ [D] mainly [A] called the City of [Bm] New Orleans, and I'll [C] be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done. _ _ _ _
_ Stealing [A] cards with the old man [D] in the club car, _ [Bm] penny a point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score, _ _ past the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle, _ _ [Bm] field [A] wheels rumbling beneath [D] the floor.
And [Bm] the sons are full of quarters [F#m] and the sons of engineers, [A] drive their fathers magic carpet [E] made of steel.
_ _ [Bm] Mother with their baby sleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle [A] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they feel.
_ [G] Good [A] morning, say [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son, _ mainly [A] called the City [Bm] of New [D] _
Orleans, [C] and I'll be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
Night _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ time [A] on the City [D] of New Orleans, _ _ [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee, _ _ _ halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning.
_ [Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling [D] down to the sea, _ [Bm] but all the towns and people [F#m] seem to fade into a bad [A] dream, and the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
_ [Bm] The conductor sings his songs again, [F#m] the passengers will please refrain, [A] the train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues. _
_ [G] Good [A] morning America, [D] _ _
_ [Bm] say don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [D] son, _ _ mainly [A] called the City [Bm] of New Orleans, [C] and I'll be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Riding on the [A] city of New [D] Orleans, _ _ [Bm] Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail, _ _ 15 cars and [A] 15 restless [D] riders, _ _ [Bm] three conductors and [A] 25 sacks on [D] hay.
_ All [Bm] along the southbound Obseve, the [F#m] train pulls out at Canter Key, and [A] roads belong past houses, farms [E] and fields.
_ [Bm] Passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old black men, and the [A] graveyards of the rusted _ [D] automobiles.
_ [G] Good morning, [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] say don't you know me, I'm your native [D] son, [A] _ _ [D] mainly [A] called the City of [Bm] New Orleans, and I'll [C] be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done. _ _ _ _
_ Stealing [A] cards with the old man [D] in the club car, _ [Bm] penny a point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score, _ _ past the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle, _ _ [Bm] field [A] wheels rumbling beneath [D] the floor.
And [Bm] the sons are full of quarters [F#m] and the sons of engineers, [A] drive their fathers magic carpet [E] made of steel.
_ _ [Bm] Mother with their baby sleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle [A] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they feel.
_ [G] Good [A] morning, say [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son, _ mainly [A] called the City [Bm] of New [D] _
Orleans, [C] and I'll be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
Night _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ time [A] on the City [D] of New Orleans, _ _ [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee, _ _ _ halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning.
_ [Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling [D] down to the sea, _ [Bm] but all the towns and people [F#m] seem to fade into a bad [A] dream, and the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
_ [Bm] The conductor sings his songs again, [F#m] the passengers will please refrain, [A] the train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues. _
_ [G] Good [A] morning America, [D] _ _
_ [Bm] say don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [D] son, _ _ mainly [A] called the City [Bm] of New Orleans, [C] and I'll be gone my [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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