Chords for The Highwaymen City Of New Orleans WIDESCREEN
Tempo:
150.7 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
Riding [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, [Bm] in the Baltimore sector.
[G] Monday morning, [D] rail, 15 cars [A] and 15 restless [D] riders,
[Bm] three conductors [A] and 25 sacks of [D] mail.
We're [Bm] coming along the southbound Odyssey,
[F#m] the train pulls out from Chantilly,
[A] and goes along past houses, farms [E] and fields to here.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no names,
[F#m] graveyards filled with old black men,
and [A] the graveyards of the rusted
[D] automobiles.
[G] But Martin, [A] Mary, Cuddy, [D] Harvey,
[Bm] don't you know me,
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
I'm [D] the train they call, [A]
say, [Bm] Honourable.
[E]
I'll [C] be gone [G] 900 [A]
miles when the day [D] is done.
Even Martin, the [A] old man in the club [D] car,
[Bm] many a point, very [G] cool one, keep in [D] store.
Pass the paper [A] bag that holds the [D] bottle,
[Bm] feel the breeze, [A] rock underneath the floor.
[D]
And [Bm] the sons of full-time hoarders,
[F#m] and the sons of engineers,
ride [A] their fathers' magic car made made of [E] steel,
and [Bm] others work in clay and steel.
[F#m] Rock and cuckoo's kettle beeps,
and [A] the rail line on the rail moves all [D] day peace.
[G] [A] Good morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Hey, don't you know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
I'm [D] the train they call, the [A] City of [Bm] New Orleans.
[D] [E]
I'll [C] be gone [G] 900 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
[G] [A]
[D]
[Bm] [G]
[D] [A]
[D] [A]
[Bm] [A] [E]
[C] [G] [A]
[D]
I'm [A] old City of New Orleans,
[D]
[Bm] changing cars [G] in Memphis, Tennessee.
[D]
Halfway [A] home, we'll be there by [D] morning,
[Bm] with the Mississippi garden [A] rolling down [D] the street.
But [Bm] the cow, people seem to [F#m] stray into bad dreams.
I'm [A] the steel rail, still ain't heard [E] the news.
[Bm] I'm Dr.
Samuel Sons, again.
[F#m] Passengers will keep refrains,
[A] this train has got the disappearing [D] old blues.
[G] Good morning [A]
America, [D]
[Bm] [G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
I'm [D] the train they call, [A] the City of [Bm] New [E] Orleans.
I'll be [C] gone [G] 900 [A] miles when the day is [D] done.
[C] I'll be gone [G] 900 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
I'll be [C] gone [Bm] 900 [A]
miles when the day [Dm]
is done.
[G] [D]
[N]
Riding [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, [Bm] in the Baltimore sector.
[G] Monday morning, [D] rail, 15 cars [A] and 15 restless [D] riders,
[Bm] three conductors [A] and 25 sacks of [D] mail.
We're [Bm] coming along the southbound Odyssey,
[F#m] the train pulls out from Chantilly,
[A] and goes along past houses, farms [E] and fields to here.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no names,
[F#m] graveyards filled with old black men,
and [A] the graveyards of the rusted
[D] automobiles.
[G] But Martin, [A] Mary, Cuddy, [D] Harvey,
[Bm] don't you know me,
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
I'm [D] the train they call, [A]
say, [Bm] Honourable.
[E]
I'll [C] be gone [G] 900 [A]
miles when the day [D] is done.
Even Martin, the [A] old man in the club [D] car,
[Bm] many a point, very [G] cool one, keep in [D] store.
Pass the paper [A] bag that holds the [D] bottle,
[Bm] feel the breeze, [A] rock underneath the floor.
[D]
And [Bm] the sons of full-time hoarders,
[F#m] and the sons of engineers,
ride [A] their fathers' magic car made made of [E] steel,
and [Bm] others work in clay and steel.
[F#m] Rock and cuckoo's kettle beeps,
and [A] the rail line on the rail moves all [D] day peace.
[G] [A] Good morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Hey, don't you know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
I'm [D] the train they call, the [A] City of [Bm] New Orleans.
[D] [E]
I'll [C] be gone [G] 900 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
[G] [A]
[D]
[Bm] [G]
[D] [A]
[D] [A]
[Bm] [A] [E]
[C] [G] [A]
[D]
I'm [A] old City of New Orleans,
[D]
[Bm] changing cars [G] in Memphis, Tennessee.
[D]
Halfway [A] home, we'll be there by [D] morning,
[Bm] with the Mississippi garden [A] rolling down [D] the street.
But [Bm] the cow, people seem to [F#m] stray into bad dreams.
I'm [A] the steel rail, still ain't heard [E] the news.
[Bm] I'm Dr.
Samuel Sons, again.
[F#m] Passengers will keep refrains,
[A] this train has got the disappearing [D] old blues.
[G] Good morning [A]
America, [D]
[Bm] [G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
I'm [D] the train they call, [A] the City of [Bm] New [E] Orleans.
I'll be [C] gone [G] 900 [A] miles when the day is [D] done.
[C] I'll be gone [G] 900 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
I'll be [C] gone [Bm] 900 [A]
miles when the day [Dm]
is done.
[G] [D]
[N]
Key:
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A
Bm
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Riding _ [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] in the Baltimore sector.
_ [G] _ Monday morning, [D] rail, _ _ _ _ _ _ 15 cars [A] and 15 restless [D] riders, _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] three _ conductors [A] and 25 sacks of [D] mail. _ _ _ _ _
We're [Bm] coming along the southbound Odyssey,
[F#m] the train pulls out from Chantilly, _
[A] and goes along past houses, farms [E] and fields to here. _ _
_ [Bm] Passing trains that have no names,
_ [F#m] graveyards filled with old black men,
and [A] the _ graveyards of the rusted _
_ [D] _ _ automobiles. _ _ _
_ [G] But _ Martin, [A] Mary, Cuddy, [D] Harvey, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] don't you know me,
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ _ [A] _ _
I'm [D] the train they call, [A] _
say, _ [Bm] Honourable.
_ _ [E] _ _
I'll [C] be gone [G] 900 _ [A]
miles when the day [D] is done. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Even Martin, the [A] old man in the club [D] car, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] many a point, very [G] cool one, keep in [D] store. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Pass the paper [A] bag that holds the [D] bottle, _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] feel the breeze, [A] rock underneath the floor.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
And [Bm] the sons of full-time _ hoarders,
[F#m] and the sons of engineers, _
ride [A] their fathers' magic car made made of [E] steel, _ _ _ _
and [Bm] others work in clay and steel. _
_ [F#m] Rock and cuckoo's kettle beeps,
and [A] the rail line on the rail moves all [D] day peace. _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [A] Good morning America, [D] how are _ _ _ _ _ you?
[Bm] Hey, don't you know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ _ _ [A] _
I'm [D] the train they call, the [A] City of [Bm] New Orleans.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
I'll [C] be gone [G] 900 [A] miles when the day [D] is done. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'm [A] old City of New Orleans,
[D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] changing cars [G] in Memphis, Tennessee.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Halfway [A] home, we'll be there by [D] morning, _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] with the Mississippi garden [A] rolling down [D] the street. _ _ _ _
But [Bm] the cow, _ _ people seem to [F#m] stray into bad dreams.
I'm [A] the steel rail, still ain't heard [E] the news. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] I'm Dr.
Samuel Sons, again.
_ [F#m] Passengers will keep _ _ refrains,
[A] this train has got the disappearing _ [D] old _ blues. _ _
_ _ [G] Good morning [A] _
America, _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ _ [A] _ _
I'm [D] the train they call, [A] the City of [Bm] New _ _ [E] Orleans. _
I'll be [C] gone [G] 900 _ [A] miles when the day is [D] done. _ _ _ _ _
[C] I'll be gone [G] _ 900 [A] miles when the day [D] is done. _ _ _ _
I'll be [C] gone [Bm] 900 [A] _ _
miles _ _ _ _ _ when the day [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
is done.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Riding _ [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] in the Baltimore sector.
_ [G] _ Monday morning, [D] rail, _ _ _ _ _ _ 15 cars [A] and 15 restless [D] riders, _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] three _ conductors [A] and 25 sacks of [D] mail. _ _ _ _ _
We're [Bm] coming along the southbound Odyssey,
[F#m] the train pulls out from Chantilly, _
[A] and goes along past houses, farms [E] and fields to here. _ _
_ [Bm] Passing trains that have no names,
_ [F#m] graveyards filled with old black men,
and [A] the _ graveyards of the rusted _
_ [D] _ _ automobiles. _ _ _
_ [G] But _ Martin, [A] Mary, Cuddy, [D] Harvey, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] don't you know me,
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ _ [A] _ _
I'm [D] the train they call, [A] _
say, _ [Bm] Honourable.
_ _ [E] _ _
I'll [C] be gone [G] 900 _ [A]
miles when the day [D] is done. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Even Martin, the [A] old man in the club [D] car, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] many a point, very [G] cool one, keep in [D] store. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Pass the paper [A] bag that holds the [D] bottle, _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] feel the breeze, [A] rock underneath the floor.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
And [Bm] the sons of full-time _ hoarders,
[F#m] and the sons of engineers, _
ride [A] their fathers' magic car made made of [E] steel, _ _ _ _
and [Bm] others work in clay and steel. _
_ [F#m] Rock and cuckoo's kettle beeps,
and [A] the rail line on the rail moves all [D] day peace. _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [A] Good morning America, [D] how are _ _ _ _ _ you?
[Bm] Hey, don't you know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ _ _ [A] _
I'm [D] the train they call, the [A] City of [Bm] New Orleans.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
I'll [C] be gone [G] 900 [A] miles when the day [D] is done. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'm [A] old City of New Orleans,
[D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] changing cars [G] in Memphis, Tennessee.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Halfway [A] home, we'll be there by [D] morning, _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] with the Mississippi garden [A] rolling down [D] the street. _ _ _ _
But [Bm] the cow, _ _ people seem to [F#m] stray into bad dreams.
I'm [A] the steel rail, still ain't heard [E] the news. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] I'm Dr.
Samuel Sons, again.
_ [F#m] Passengers will keep _ _ refrains,
[A] this train has got the disappearing _ [D] old _ blues. _ _
_ _ [G] Good morning [A] _
America, _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ _ [A] _ _
I'm [D] the train they call, [A] the City of [Bm] New _ _ [E] Orleans. _
I'll be [C] gone [G] 900 _ [A] miles when the day is [D] done. _ _ _ _ _
[C] I'll be gone [G] _ 900 [A] miles when the day [D] is done. _ _ _ _
I'll be [C] gone [Bm] 900 [A] _ _
miles _ _ _ _ _ when the day [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
is done.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _