Chords for City of New Orleans, Steve Goodman, best version I know
Tempo:
165.6 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Am
F
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
Morning.
Riding on [G] the city of [C] New Orleans,
[Am]
Illinois Central, [F] Monday [A] morning [C]
bread.
[G] [C]
Fifteen [G] cars and fifteen restless [C]
riders,
[Am]
Three conductors, [G] twenty-five stacks [C] of bread.
[Am]
Out on the southbound Odyssey,
[Em] The train pulls out of [G] Kankakee and it rolls
Past houses, [D] farms and fields.
[A]
Past the [Am] towns that have no name, [Em] the trade yards
Full of old black [G] men in the graveyards
And the rusted [C]
automobiles.
[F] Saying good morning America, [C] how are you?
[Am]
Don't you [G] know [F] me, I'm your [G] [C] native son.
[D] [G] [C] I'm the train they [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans,
[Am] And I'll be going five [C] hundred miles [G] in the [C] day's time.
[G] [C] I was dealing cards [G] with the old [C] men's club guys,
[Am]
And they appointed [F] no one to [G] keep [C] the score.
[G] [C] Just pass that paper [G] bag that holds [C]
bottles,
[G] [Am]
Feel the wheels [G] grumbling beneath [C] the floor.
[G] [Am]
Sons of Pullman porters, [Em]
sons of engineers,
Ride [G] their daddies, magic carpets, made of [D]
steel.
[Am]
Mothers with their babes asleep, [Em] go rocking to the channel [G] beat,
And the rhythm of the rails is all [C] they dream.
Just to say [F]
good morning America, [Am] [C] how are you?
[Am]
Say don't you know [F] me, I'm [G] your [C] native son.
[G] I'm [C] the train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans,
[Am] And I'll be going five [C] hundred miles [G] in the [C] day's time.
[Am]
[Em]
[G]
[D]
[Am]
[Em]
[Dm]
[G] [Am]
[C] And it's night [G] time on the city of [C] New Orleans.
[A] We're changing [F] cars in [G] Memphis, [C] Tennessee.
[G] And [C] it's halfway [G] home, we'll be there [C] by morning,
[Am] Through the Mississippi [G] darkness, rolling to [C] the sea.
[Am]
All the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] But the steel rail still ain't heard [D] the news.
[A] The conductor sings that [Am] song again,
[Em] His passengers will see the [G] frame,
But the train's got to disappear and the [C] rail's all to lose.
[Dm] Just to say [F] good night America, [G] [C] how are you?
[Am] Say don't you know [F] me, I'm [C] your native [G] son.
Well [C] I'm the train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans,
And [F#] I'll be gone [Fm] a [C] long, long [G] time in [A#] the day's [F] time.
[C]
[Gm]
Morning.
Riding on [G] the city of [C] New Orleans,
[Am]
Illinois Central, [F] Monday [A] morning [C]
bread.
[G] [C]
Fifteen [G] cars and fifteen restless [C]
riders,
[Am]
Three conductors, [G] twenty-five stacks [C] of bread.
[Am]
Out on the southbound Odyssey,
[Em] The train pulls out of [G] Kankakee and it rolls
Past houses, [D] farms and fields.
[A]
Past the [Am] towns that have no name, [Em] the trade yards
Full of old black [G] men in the graveyards
And the rusted [C]
automobiles.
[F] Saying good morning America, [C] how are you?
[Am]
Don't you [G] know [F] me, I'm your [G] [C] native son.
[D] [G] [C] I'm the train they [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans,
[Am] And I'll be going five [C] hundred miles [G] in the [C] day's time.
[G] [C] I was dealing cards [G] with the old [C] men's club guys,
[Am]
And they appointed [F] no one to [G] keep [C] the score.
[G] [C] Just pass that paper [G] bag that holds [C]
bottles,
[G] [Am]
Feel the wheels [G] grumbling beneath [C] the floor.
[G] [Am]
Sons of Pullman porters, [Em]
sons of engineers,
Ride [G] their daddies, magic carpets, made of [D]
steel.
[Am]
Mothers with their babes asleep, [Em] go rocking to the channel [G] beat,
And the rhythm of the rails is all [C] they dream.
Just to say [F]
good morning America, [Am] [C] how are you?
[Am]
Say don't you know [F] me, I'm [G] your [C] native son.
[G] I'm [C] the train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans,
[Am] And I'll be going five [C] hundred miles [G] in the [C] day's time.
[Am]
[Em]
[G]
[D]
[Am]
[Em]
[Dm]
[G] [Am]
[C] And it's night [G] time on the city of [C] New Orleans.
[A] We're changing [F] cars in [G] Memphis, [C] Tennessee.
[G] And [C] it's halfway [G] home, we'll be there [C] by morning,
[Am] Through the Mississippi [G] darkness, rolling to [C] the sea.
[Am]
All the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] But the steel rail still ain't heard [D] the news.
[A] The conductor sings that [Am] song again,
[Em] His passengers will see the [G] frame,
But the train's got to disappear and the [C] rail's all to lose.
[Dm] Just to say [F] good night America, [G] [C] how are you?
[Am] Say don't you know [F] me, I'm [C] your native [G] son.
Well [C] I'm the train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans,
And [F#] I'll be gone [Fm] a [C] long, long [G] time in [A#] the day's [F] time.
[C]
[Gm]
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Morning. _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on [G] the city of [C] New Orleans,
_ _ _ _ _ [Am]
Illinois Central, [F] Monday [A] morning [C] _
bread.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C]
Fifteen [G] cars and fifteen restless [C]
riders,
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
Three conductors, [G] twenty-five stacks [C] of bread.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am]
Out on the southbound Odyssey,
[Em] The train pulls out of [G] _ Kankakee and it rolls
_ Past houses, [D] farms and fields.
_ _ _ _ _ [A]
Past the [Am] towns that have no name, [Em] the trade yards
Full of old black [G] men in the _ graveyards
And the rusted _ [C] _
automobiles.
_ _ _ [F] Saying good _ morning America, [C] how are you?
_ _ _ [Am] _
Don't you [G] know [F] me, I'm your [G] [C] native son.
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] I'm the train they [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans,
_ _ _ [Am] And I'll be going five [C] hundred miles [G] in the [C] day's time.
_ [G] _ _ _ [C] I was dealing cards [G] with the old [C] men's club guys,
_ _ _ _ _ [Am]
And they appointed [F] no one to [G] keep [C] the score.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] Just pass that paper [G] bag that holds [C]
bottles,
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _
Feel the wheels [G] grumbling beneath [C] the floor.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am]
Sons of Pullman porters, _ _ [Em]
sons of engineers,
_ Ride [G] their daddies, magic carpets, made of [D]
steel.
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
Mothers with their babes asleep, [Em] go rocking _ to the channel [G] beat,
And the rhythm of the rails is all [C] they dream.
_ _ Just to say [F] _
good morning America, [Am] [C] how are you?
_ _ _ _ [Am]
Say don't you know [F] me, I'm [G] your [C] native son.
_ [G] _ _ _ I'm [C] the train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans, _ _ _ _
[Am] And I'll be going five [C] hundred miles [G] in the [C] day's time.
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ And it's night [G] time on the city of [C] New _ Orleans.
_ _ [A] We're changing [F] cars in [G] Memphis, [C] Tennessee.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ And [C] it's halfway [G] home, we'll be there [C] by morning,
_ _ _ _ [Am] Through the Mississippi _ [G] darkness, rolling to [C] the sea.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am]
All the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] But the steel rail still ain't heard [D] the news. _ _ _ _ _
[A] The conductor sings that [Am] song again,
[Em] His passengers will see the [G] frame,
But the train's got to disappear and the [C] rail's all to lose. _ _
[Dm] Just to say [F] good _ night _ America, [G] [C] how are you? _ _ _
[Am] Say don't you know [F] me, I'm [C] your native [G] son. _ _ _
Well [C] I'm the train they call [G] the city of [C] New _ Orleans, _ _
And [F#] I'll be gone [Fm] a [C] long, long [G] time in [A#] the day's _ [F] time. _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
Morning. _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on [G] the city of [C] New Orleans,
_ _ _ _ _ [Am]
Illinois Central, [F] Monday [A] morning [C] _
bread.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C]
Fifteen [G] cars and fifteen restless [C]
riders,
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
Three conductors, [G] twenty-five stacks [C] of bread.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am]
Out on the southbound Odyssey,
[Em] The train pulls out of [G] _ Kankakee and it rolls
_ Past houses, [D] farms and fields.
_ _ _ _ _ [A]
Past the [Am] towns that have no name, [Em] the trade yards
Full of old black [G] men in the _ graveyards
And the rusted _ [C] _
automobiles.
_ _ _ [F] Saying good _ morning America, [C] how are you?
_ _ _ [Am] _
Don't you [G] know [F] me, I'm your [G] [C] native son.
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] I'm the train they [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans,
_ _ _ [Am] And I'll be going five [C] hundred miles [G] in the [C] day's time.
_ [G] _ _ _ [C] I was dealing cards [G] with the old [C] men's club guys,
_ _ _ _ _ [Am]
And they appointed [F] no one to [G] keep [C] the score.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] Just pass that paper [G] bag that holds [C]
bottles,
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _
Feel the wheels [G] grumbling beneath [C] the floor.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am]
Sons of Pullman porters, _ _ [Em]
sons of engineers,
_ Ride [G] their daddies, magic carpets, made of [D]
steel.
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
Mothers with their babes asleep, [Em] go rocking _ to the channel [G] beat,
And the rhythm of the rails is all [C] they dream.
_ _ Just to say [F] _
good morning America, [Am] [C] how are you?
_ _ _ _ [Am]
Say don't you know [F] me, I'm [G] your [C] native son.
_ [G] _ _ _ I'm [C] the train they call [G] the city of [C] New Orleans, _ _ _ _
[Am] And I'll be going five [C] hundred miles [G] in the [C] day's time.
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ And it's night [G] time on the city of [C] New _ Orleans.
_ _ [A] We're changing [F] cars in [G] Memphis, [C] Tennessee.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ And [C] it's halfway [G] home, we'll be there [C] by morning,
_ _ _ _ [Am] Through the Mississippi _ [G] darkness, rolling to [C] the sea.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am]
All the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] But the steel rail still ain't heard [D] the news. _ _ _ _ _
[A] The conductor sings that [Am] song again,
[Em] His passengers will see the [G] frame,
But the train's got to disappear and the [C] rail's all to lose. _ _
[Dm] Just to say [F] good _ night _ America, [G] [C] how are you? _ _ _
[Am] Say don't you know [F] me, I'm [C] your native [G] son. _ _ _
Well [C] I'm the train they call [G] the city of [C] New _ Orleans, _ _
And [F#] I'll be gone [Fm] a [C] long, long [G] time in [A#] the day's _ [F] time. _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _