Chords for City of New Orleans
Tempo:
88.65 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Am
F
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] Riding [G] along the city [C] of New Orleans, [Am] Illinois [F] Central Monday [C] morning rail.
[G] There are 15 [G] cars and 15 [C] restless riders,
[Am] 3 [G] conductors and 25 [C] sacks of mail.
[Am] They're all out on the southbound [Em] odyssey and the train pulls out of [G] Kankakee,
rolls past the houses, [D] farms and fields, [Am] passing towns that have no [Em] name and
graveyards full of old black men and the [G] graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles.
[F] Singing good morning America, [C] how are you?
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your [C] native son.
[G]
Yes, [C] I'm the train they [G] call the city of [C] New Orleans and [Am] I'll be gone 500 [G] miles in days [C] time.
And I was dealing cards [G] with the old men in [C] the club car and [Am] it's a penny a point,
[F] there ain't no one [C] keeping score.
[G]
Won't [C] you pass that paper [G] bag that holds [C] that bottle?
[Am] You can feel the [G] wheels grumbling through [C] the floor [Am] and the sons of Pullman Borders,
[Em] sons of engineers, they [G] ride their father's magic carpet made [D] to steam.
[Am] And mothers with the babes asleep [Em] go rocking to the gentle beat,
[G] the rhythm of the rails is all they [C] dream.
Just a singing [F] good morning America, [C] how are you?
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
And I'm [C] the train they [G] call the city of [C] New Orleans,
[Am] I'll be gone 500 [G] miles in days [C] time.
[Am] [G] [C]
Nighttime [G] on the city of [C] New Orleans,
[Am] changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] Tennessee.
It's halfway [G] home, we'll be there [C] by morning,
[Am] through the Mississippi [G] darkness, rolling to [C] the sea.
[Am] And all the towns and people, [Em] they seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] the old steel rail, it ain't heard [D] the news.
[Am] The conductor sings his song again,
[Em] it's passengers old please refrain, [G] this train's got the disappearing [C] railroad blues.
Just a singing [F] good night America, [C] how are you?
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
And I'm the [C] train they call the city of [C] New Orleans,
I'll [F] be gone 500 [G] miles in days time.
Just a singing [F] good night America, how [C] are you?
[Am] Saying don't you know me, [F] I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
Well I'm the [C] train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans,
and [Am] I'll be gone a long [G] long time when day [Bb] is done.
[F] [C]
[G] There are 15 [G] cars and 15 [C] restless riders,
[Am] 3 [G] conductors and 25 [C] sacks of mail.
[Am] They're all out on the southbound [Em] odyssey and the train pulls out of [G] Kankakee,
rolls past the houses, [D] farms and fields, [Am] passing towns that have no [Em] name and
graveyards full of old black men and the [G] graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles.
[F] Singing good morning America, [C] how are you?
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your [C] native son.
[G]
Yes, [C] I'm the train they [G] call the city of [C] New Orleans and [Am] I'll be gone 500 [G] miles in days [C] time.
And I was dealing cards [G] with the old men in [C] the club car and [Am] it's a penny a point,
[F] there ain't no one [C] keeping score.
[G]
Won't [C] you pass that paper [G] bag that holds [C] that bottle?
[Am] You can feel the [G] wheels grumbling through [C] the floor [Am] and the sons of Pullman Borders,
[Em] sons of engineers, they [G] ride their father's magic carpet made [D] to steam.
[Am] And mothers with the babes asleep [Em] go rocking to the gentle beat,
[G] the rhythm of the rails is all they [C] dream.
Just a singing [F] good morning America, [C] how are you?
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
And I'm [C] the train they [G] call the city of [C] New Orleans,
[Am] I'll be gone 500 [G] miles in days [C] time.
[Am] [G] [C]
Nighttime [G] on the city of [C] New Orleans,
[Am] changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] Tennessee.
It's halfway [G] home, we'll be there [C] by morning,
[Am] through the Mississippi [G] darkness, rolling to [C] the sea.
[Am] And all the towns and people, [Em] they seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] the old steel rail, it ain't heard [D] the news.
[Am] The conductor sings his song again,
[Em] it's passengers old please refrain, [G] this train's got the disappearing [C] railroad blues.
Just a singing [F] good night America, [C] how are you?
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
And I'm the [C] train they call the city of [C] New Orleans,
I'll [F] be gone 500 [G] miles in days time.
Just a singing [F] good night America, how [C] are you?
[Am] Saying don't you know me, [F] I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
Well I'm the [C] train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans,
and [Am] I'll be gone a long [G] long time when day [Bb] is done.
[F] [C]
Key:
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_ [C] Riding [G] along the city [C] of New Orleans, _ [Am] Illinois [F] Central Monday [C] morning rail.
[G] There are 15 [G] cars and 15 [C] restless riders, _
_ [Am] 3 [G] conductors and 25 [C] sacks of mail.
[Am] They're all out on the southbound [Em] odyssey and the train pulls out of [G] Kankakee,
rolls past the houses, [D] farms and fields, _ [Am] passing towns that have no [Em] name and
graveyards full of old black men and the [G] graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles. _ _
[F] Singing good morning America, [C] how are you? _
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your [C] native son.
_ [G]
Yes, [C] I'm the train they [G] call the city of [C] New Orleans and [Am] I'll be gone 500 [G] miles in days [C] time.
And I was dealing cards [G] with the old men in [C] the club car and [Am] it's a penny a point,
[F] there ain't no one [C] keeping score.
[G]
Won't [C] you pass that paper [G] bag that holds [C] that bottle? _
[Am] You can feel the [G] wheels grumbling through [C] the floor _ [Am] and the sons of Pullman Borders,
[Em] sons of engineers, they [G] ride their father's magic carpet made [D] to steam. _ _
[Am] And mothers with the babes asleep [Em] go rocking to the gentle beat,
[G] the rhythm of the rails is all they [C] dream. _
Just a singing [F] good morning America, [C] how are you? _
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
And I'm [C] the train they [G] call the city of [C] New Orleans, _
[Am] I'll be gone 500 [G] miles in days [C] time. _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ Nighttime [G] on the city of [C] New Orleans, _
_ [Am] changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] Tennessee. _ _
It's halfway [G] home, we'll be there [C] by morning, _
[Am] through the Mississippi [G] darkness, rolling to [C] the sea. _
[Am] And all the towns and people, [Em] they seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] the old steel rail, it ain't heard [D] the news. _
[Am] The conductor sings his song again,
[Em] it's passengers old please refrain, [G] this train's got the disappearing [C] railroad blues.
Just a singing [F] good night America, [C] how are you? _
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
And I'm the [C] train they call the city of [C] New Orleans,
I'll [F] be gone 500 [G] miles in days time. _
Just a singing [F] good night America, how [C] are you? _
[Am] Saying don't you know me, [F] I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
Well I'm the [C] train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans, _
and [Am] I'll be gone a long [G] long time when day [Bb] is done.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] There are 15 [G] cars and 15 [C] restless riders, _
_ [Am] 3 [G] conductors and 25 [C] sacks of mail.
[Am] They're all out on the southbound [Em] odyssey and the train pulls out of [G] Kankakee,
rolls past the houses, [D] farms and fields, _ [Am] passing towns that have no [Em] name and
graveyards full of old black men and the [G] graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles. _ _
[F] Singing good morning America, [C] how are you? _
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your [C] native son.
_ [G]
Yes, [C] I'm the train they [G] call the city of [C] New Orleans and [Am] I'll be gone 500 [G] miles in days [C] time.
And I was dealing cards [G] with the old men in [C] the club car and [Am] it's a penny a point,
[F] there ain't no one [C] keeping score.
[G]
Won't [C] you pass that paper [G] bag that holds [C] that bottle? _
[Am] You can feel the [G] wheels grumbling through [C] the floor _ [Am] and the sons of Pullman Borders,
[Em] sons of engineers, they [G] ride their father's magic carpet made [D] to steam. _ _
[Am] And mothers with the babes asleep [Em] go rocking to the gentle beat,
[G] the rhythm of the rails is all they [C] dream. _
Just a singing [F] good morning America, [C] how are you? _
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
And I'm [C] the train they [G] call the city of [C] New Orleans, _
[Am] I'll be gone 500 [G] miles in days [C] time. _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ Nighttime [G] on the city of [C] New Orleans, _
_ [Am] changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] Tennessee. _ _
It's halfway [G] home, we'll be there [C] by morning, _
[Am] through the Mississippi [G] darkness, rolling to [C] the sea. _
[Am] And all the towns and people, [Em] they seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] the old steel rail, it ain't heard [D] the news. _
[Am] The conductor sings his song again,
[Em] it's passengers old please refrain, [G] this train's got the disappearing [C] railroad blues.
Just a singing [F] good night America, [C] how are you? _
[Am] Saying don't you know [F] me, I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
And I'm the [C] train they call the city of [C] New Orleans,
I'll [F] be gone 500 [G] miles in days time. _
Just a singing [F] good night America, how [C] are you? _
[Am] Saying don't you know me, [F] I'm your native [C] son.
[G]
Well I'm the [C] train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans, _
and [Am] I'll be gone a long [G] long time when day [Bb] is done.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _