City Of New Orleans Chords by Willie Nelson
Tempo:
75.35 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
Riding on the [A] city [Dm] of New Orleans, [D]
[G] Illinois Central, Monday [D] morning rail, 15 [A] cars and
15 [D] restless riders, [Bm] three [A] conductors and [D] 25 sacks on me.
[Bm] All along the southbound Aussie, the [F#m] train pulled out at Canter Key, [A] drove along past
towns and [E] farms and fields,
[Bm] passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old
black [A] men and the graveyards of the rusted [D] automobiles.
[G] Good morning [A] America, [D]
say [Bm] don't you [G] know me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
[D] I'm a train that calls [A] from the city of [Bm] New Orleans, [A] [G#]
and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
Stealing cars [A] with the old man [D] in the club car, [Bm] any of the boys, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score.
Paper [A]
bags that [D] hold the bottle, [Bm] wheels, wheels, [A] crumpling beneath [D] the floor.
[F#m] [Bm] Sons of porters and [F#m] sons of engineers, [A] ride your father's magic carpet [E] made of steel.
[Bm] Mother with their babes asleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle beat, [A] and the rhythm of the rail is all [D] they feel.
[G] Good morning [A]
America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A] [D] I'm a train that [A] calls from the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, and [C] I'll be gone [G] 500 [A]
miles when the day [D] is done.
[G] [A]
[D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A] [D] [A]
[Bm] [D] [E] [C] [G] [A]
[D] Night time [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
Halfway home [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
[Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling down to [D] the sea, [F#m] [Bm] but all the town's people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream.
[A] And the steel rails still ain't heard [E] the news.
[Bm] The conductor sings his songs again, the [F#m] passengers will please refrain, the [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
[G] Good [A] morning America, how [D] are you?
Say [Bm] don't you know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A] [D] I'm a train that calls [A] from the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
[A] [D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A]
[D] [Bm] [A]
[D]
Riding on the [A] city [Dm] of New Orleans, [D]
[G] Illinois Central, Monday [D] morning rail, 15 [A] cars and
15 [D] restless riders, [Bm] three [A] conductors and [D] 25 sacks on me.
[Bm] All along the southbound Aussie, the [F#m] train pulled out at Canter Key, [A] drove along past
towns and [E] farms and fields,
[Bm] passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old
black [A] men and the graveyards of the rusted [D] automobiles.
[G] Good morning [A] America, [D]
say [Bm] don't you [G] know me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
[D] I'm a train that calls [A] from the city of [Bm] New Orleans, [A] [G#]
and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
Stealing cars [A] with the old man [D] in the club car, [Bm] any of the boys, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score.
Paper [A]
bags that [D] hold the bottle, [Bm] wheels, wheels, [A] crumpling beneath [D] the floor.
[F#m] [Bm] Sons of porters and [F#m] sons of engineers, [A] ride your father's magic carpet [E] made of steel.
[Bm] Mother with their babes asleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle beat, [A] and the rhythm of the rail is all [D] they feel.
[G] Good morning [A]
America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A] [D] I'm a train that [A] calls from the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, and [C] I'll be gone [G] 500 [A]
miles when the day [D] is done.
[G] [A]
[D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A] [D] [A]
[Bm] [D] [E] [C] [G] [A]
[D] Night time [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
Halfway home [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
[Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling down to [D] the sea, [F#m] [Bm] but all the town's people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream.
[A] And the steel rails still ain't heard [E] the news.
[Bm] The conductor sings his songs again, the [F#m] passengers will please refrain, the [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
[G] Good [A] morning America, how [D] are you?
Say [Bm] don't you know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A] [D] I'm a train that calls [A] from the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
[A] [D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A]
[D] [Bm] [A]
[D]
Key:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
D
A
Bm
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on the [A] city [Dm] of New Orleans, [D] _ _
[G] Illinois Central, Monday [D] morning rail, _ _ 15 [A] cars and
15 [D] restless riders, _ [Bm] three [A] conductors and [D] 25 sacks on me. _ _
[Bm] All along the southbound Aussie, the [F#m] train pulled out at Canter Key, [A] drove along past
towns and [E] farms and fields, _ _
[Bm] passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old
black [A] men and the graveyards of the rusted [D] automobiles. _ _
_ [G] Good morning [A] America, _ [D] _ _
say [Bm] don't you [G] know me, I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A] _
[D] I'm a train that calls [A] from the city of [Bm] New Orleans, [A] _ [G#]
and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done. _
_ _ _ _ Stealing cars [A] with the old man [D] in the club car, _ [Bm] any of the boys, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score.
_ _ _ Paper [A]
bags that [D] hold the bottle, _ _ [Bm] wheels, wheels, [A] crumpling beneath [D] the floor.
_ [F#m] [Bm] Sons of porters and [F#m] sons of engineers, [A] ride your father's magic carpet [E] made of steel.
_ [Bm] Mother with their babes asleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle beat, [A] and the rhythm of the rail is all [D] they feel.
_ _ [G] Good morning [A]
America, [D] how are you?
_ _ [Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A] _ [D] I'm a train that [A] calls from the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, and [C] I'll be gone [G] 500 [A]
miles when the day [D] is done.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ Night time [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, _ _ [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
_ _ _ Halfway home [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
_ [Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling down to [D] the sea, _ _ [F#m] [Bm] but all the town's people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream.
[A] And the steel rails still ain't heard [E] the news.
_ _ [Bm] The conductor sings his songs again, the [F#m] passengers will please refrain, the [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
_ _ _ [G] Good [A] morning America, how [D] _ _ are you?
Say [Bm] don't you know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A] [D] I'm a train that calls [A] from the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on the [A] city [Dm] of New Orleans, [D] _ _
[G] Illinois Central, Monday [D] morning rail, _ _ 15 [A] cars and
15 [D] restless riders, _ [Bm] three [A] conductors and [D] 25 sacks on me. _ _
[Bm] All along the southbound Aussie, the [F#m] train pulled out at Canter Key, [A] drove along past
towns and [E] farms and fields, _ _
[Bm] passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old
black [A] men and the graveyards of the rusted [D] automobiles. _ _
_ [G] Good morning [A] America, _ [D] _ _
say [Bm] don't you [G] know me, I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A] _
[D] I'm a train that calls [A] from the city of [Bm] New Orleans, [A] _ [G#]
and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done. _
_ _ _ _ Stealing cars [A] with the old man [D] in the club car, _ [Bm] any of the boys, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score.
_ _ _ Paper [A]
bags that [D] hold the bottle, _ _ [Bm] wheels, wheels, [A] crumpling beneath [D] the floor.
_ [F#m] [Bm] Sons of porters and [F#m] sons of engineers, [A] ride your father's magic carpet [E] made of steel.
_ [Bm] Mother with their babes asleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle beat, [A] and the rhythm of the rail is all [D] they feel.
_ _ [G] Good morning [A]
America, [D] how are you?
_ _ [Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A] _ [D] I'm a train that [A] calls from the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, and [C] I'll be gone [G] 500 [A]
miles when the day [D] is done.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ Night time [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, _ _ [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
_ _ _ Halfway home [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
_ [Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling down to [D] the sea, _ _ [F#m] [Bm] but all the town's people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream.
[A] And the steel rails still ain't heard [E] the news.
_ _ [Bm] The conductor sings his songs again, the [F#m] passengers will please refrain, the [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
_ _ _ [G] Good [A] morning America, how [D] _ _ are you?
Say [Bm] don't you know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A] [D] I'm a train that calls [A] from the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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