Chords for City of New Orleans - Hank Snow
Tempo:
98.8 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
G#m
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Riding on the city of New [G#m] Orleans, Illinois Central, [E] Monday [B] morning rain.
Fifteen cars [F#] and fifteen [B] restless riders, [G#m] three conductors [F#] and twenty-five sacks [B] of mail.
[G#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [D#m] the train pulls out of Kankakee [F#] and rolls along the houses, [C#] farms and fields.
[G#m] Passing trains that have no [D#m] name and freight yards full of old black men [F#] and the graveyards of the rusted [B] automobiles.
[E] Good [F#] morning America, [B] how are you?
[G#m] Say, don't you know [E] me?
I'm your [B] native [F#] son.
[B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city of [B] New Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when my [B] day is done.
Dealing card games with the old man in the club car.
[G#m] Any [E] pointy no one [B] keeping score.
Pass the [F#] paper bag that [B] holds the bottle.
[G#m] Feel [F#] wheels grumbling [B] beneath the floor.
[G#m] And the sons of Pullman [D#m] porters and the sons of engineers [F#] ride their father's magic carpet [C#] made of steel.
[G#m] Mothers with their babes [D#m] asleep rocking to that gentle beat.
[F#] And the rhythm of the rails is [B] all they hear.
[E] Good [C#] morning America, [B] how are you?
[G#m] Say, don't you know [E] me?
I'm your [B] native son.
[F#] [B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city of [B] New Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when my [B] day is done.
[C]
Night time on the city of New Orleans.
[Am] Changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] Tennessee.
Halfway home we'll be there by morning.
[Am] Through the Mississippi [G] gardens rolling down [C] to the sea.
[Am] But all the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream.
[G] And the steel rails still ain't heard [D] the news.
[Am] Rocking out to sing his song again.
[Em] The passengers will please refrain.
[G] This train's got the disappearing [C] railroad blue.
[F] Good morning America, how are you?
[Am] Say, don't you know [F] me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G] I'm [C] the train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans.
[D#] I'll be gone five hundred [G] miles when my [C] day is done.
Fifteen cars [F#] and fifteen [B] restless riders, [G#m] three conductors [F#] and twenty-five sacks [B] of mail.
[G#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [D#m] the train pulls out of Kankakee [F#] and rolls along the houses, [C#] farms and fields.
[G#m] Passing trains that have no [D#m] name and freight yards full of old black men [F#] and the graveyards of the rusted [B] automobiles.
[E] Good [F#] morning America, [B] how are you?
[G#m] Say, don't you know [E] me?
I'm your [B] native [F#] son.
[B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city of [B] New Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when my [B] day is done.
Dealing card games with the old man in the club car.
[G#m] Any [E] pointy no one [B] keeping score.
Pass the [F#] paper bag that [B] holds the bottle.
[G#m] Feel [F#] wheels grumbling [B] beneath the floor.
[G#m] And the sons of Pullman [D#m] porters and the sons of engineers [F#] ride their father's magic carpet [C#] made of steel.
[G#m] Mothers with their babes [D#m] asleep rocking to that gentle beat.
[F#] And the rhythm of the rails is [B] all they hear.
[E] Good [C#] morning America, [B] how are you?
[G#m] Say, don't you know [E] me?
I'm your [B] native son.
[F#] [B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city of [B] New Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when my [B] day is done.
[C]
Night time on the city of New Orleans.
[Am] Changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] Tennessee.
Halfway home we'll be there by morning.
[Am] Through the Mississippi [G] gardens rolling down [C] to the sea.
[Am] But all the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream.
[G] And the steel rails still ain't heard [D] the news.
[Am] Rocking out to sing his song again.
[Em] The passengers will please refrain.
[G] This train's got the disappearing [C] railroad blue.
[F] Good morning America, how are you?
[Am] Say, don't you know [F] me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G] I'm [C] the train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans.
[D#] I'll be gone five hundred [G] miles when my [C] day is done.
Key:
B
F#
G#m
C
E
B
F#
G#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Riding on the city of New [G#m] Orleans, Illinois Central, [E] Monday [B] morning rain.
_ _ Fifteen cars [F#] and fifteen [B] restless riders, [G#m] _ three conductors [F#] and twenty-five sacks [B] of mail.
_ [G#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [D#m] the train pulls out of Kankakee [F#] and rolls along the houses, [C#] farms and fields.
_ [G#m] Passing trains that have no [D#m] name and freight yards full of old black men [F#] and the graveyards of the rusted [B] _ automobiles.
[E] Good [F#] morning America, [B] how are you?
[G#m] Say, don't you know [E] me?
I'm your [B] native [F#] son.
[B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city of [B] New Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when my [B] day is done.
Dealing card games with the old man in the club car.
_ [G#m] Any [E] pointy no one [B] keeping score.
_ Pass the [F#] paper bag that [B] holds the bottle.
_ _ [G#m] Feel [F#] wheels grumbling [B] beneath the floor.
_ [G#m] And the sons of Pullman [D#m] porters and the sons of engineers [F#] ride their father's magic carpet [C#] made of steel.
_ _ [G#m] Mothers with their babes [D#m] asleep rocking to that gentle beat.
[F#] And the rhythm of the rails is [B] all they hear.
_ _ [E] Good [C#] morning America, [B] how are you?
[G#m] Say, don't you know [E] me?
I'm your [B] native son.
[F#] _ [B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city of [B] New Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when my [B] day is done.
_ _ [C] _ _
_ Night time on the city of New Orleans.
_ [Am] Changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] Tennessee. _
_ _ Halfway home we'll be there by morning.
[Am] Through the Mississippi [G] gardens rolling down [C] to the sea.
_ [Am] But all the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream.
[G] And the steel rails still ain't heard [D] the news.
_ [Am] Rocking out to sing his song again.
[Em] The passengers will please refrain.
[G] This train's got the disappearing [C] railroad blue.
_ [F] Good morning America, how are you?
_ [Am] Say, don't you know [F] me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G] I'm [C] the train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans.
_ [D#] I'll be gone five hundred [G] miles when my [C] day is done.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Riding on the city of New [G#m] Orleans, Illinois Central, [E] Monday [B] morning rain.
_ _ Fifteen cars [F#] and fifteen [B] restless riders, [G#m] _ three conductors [F#] and twenty-five sacks [B] of mail.
_ [G#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [D#m] the train pulls out of Kankakee [F#] and rolls along the houses, [C#] farms and fields.
_ [G#m] Passing trains that have no [D#m] name and freight yards full of old black men [F#] and the graveyards of the rusted [B] _ automobiles.
[E] Good [F#] morning America, [B] how are you?
[G#m] Say, don't you know [E] me?
I'm your [B] native [F#] son.
[B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city of [B] New Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when my [B] day is done.
Dealing card games with the old man in the club car.
_ [G#m] Any [E] pointy no one [B] keeping score.
_ Pass the [F#] paper bag that [B] holds the bottle.
_ _ [G#m] Feel [F#] wheels grumbling [B] beneath the floor.
_ [G#m] And the sons of Pullman [D#m] porters and the sons of engineers [F#] ride their father's magic carpet [C#] made of steel.
_ _ [G#m] Mothers with their babes [D#m] asleep rocking to that gentle beat.
[F#] And the rhythm of the rails is [B] all they hear.
_ _ [E] Good [C#] morning America, [B] how are you?
[G#m] Say, don't you know [E] me?
I'm your [B] native son.
[F#] _ [B] I'm the train they [F#] call the city of [B] New Orleans.
[D] I'll be gone five [F#] hundred miles when my [B] day is done.
_ _ [C] _ _
_ Night time on the city of New Orleans.
_ [Am] Changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] Tennessee. _
_ _ Halfway home we'll be there by morning.
[Am] Through the Mississippi [G] gardens rolling down [C] to the sea.
_ [Am] But all the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream.
[G] And the steel rails still ain't heard [D] the news.
_ [Am] Rocking out to sing his song again.
[Em] The passengers will please refrain.
[G] This train's got the disappearing [C] railroad blue.
_ [F] Good morning America, how are you?
_ [Am] Say, don't you know [F] me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G] I'm [C] the train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans.
_ [D#] I'll be gone five hundred [G] miles when my [C] day is done.
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