Chords for City of New Orleans - Willie Nelson and Sheryl Crow
Tempo:
79.825 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G] [D]
[A] [G] Riding on the city [D] of New Orleans,
[G] Illinois Central, Monday morning [D] rain, [G] 15 cars [Em] and
[D] 15 restless riders,
[G] three [B] conductors [Em] and 25 [D] sacks of mail.
All [Bm] along the southbound Odyssey, the [F#m] train pulls down from Kakiake, [A] I rode along past
houses, farms and [E] fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no names, the [F#m] graveyards of old black men, [B] the [A] graveyards of a rusted [D] automobile.
Good [G] morning [A] America, [D] how are you?
I swear [Bm] you don't know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A] I'm [D] a train, they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [A] Orleans, [E] I'll be [C] gone [G] 500 [A] miles one day, [D] son.
Dealing [A] cars with old [D] men in the club car, [Bm] penny pointing, [G] ain't no keeping [D] score.
Passing paper [A] vans to [D] the bottom, [Em] feel [Bm] the wheels [A] [D] rumble beneath the foam.
[F#m] [Bm] And the sirens of the poor manhood, [F#m] when the sun of vengeance is, ride [A] with magic carpet
made of [Em] [E] steel.
[Bm] The mothers with their babes asleep, [F#m] are rocking to the gentle beat, [A] and the rhythm of the
rails [D] is all they feel.
[G] Good morning [A] America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] I swear you don't know [G] me, I'm your [Dm] native son.
[A] I'm [D] a train, they [A] call the city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [E] [C] I'll be [Em] gone [A] 500 miles one [D] day, son.
A [G]
[A] [Em] [D] [Bm]
[G] [Dm] [A] [D]
[A] [Bm] [A] [G#] [C] [G]
[A] [D] nighttime [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, [Bm] a change in cars [G] in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
Halfway [A] home we'll be there [D] by morning, [Bm] through the Mississippi [A] darkness rolling [D] down through the city.
[Bm] But the towns and the people seem [F#m] to have faded to a bad dream, and [A] the steel rails still
ring through the night.
I ain't heard [E] the news, [Bm] conduct a single song to get, [F#m] passengers will please reprieve, this
[A] train has got to disappear in a railroad [D] blue.
[G]
[A] [D] America, how are you?
[Bm] I swear you don't know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
I'm [A] [D] a train, they call [A] the city [Bm] of New [E] Orleans, I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
I'll [C] be gone [G]
[A] 500 miles when the day is done.
[D] I'll [B] [D] be gone.
[N]
[A] [G] Riding on the city [D] of New Orleans,
[G] Illinois Central, Monday morning [D] rain, [G] 15 cars [Em] and
[D] 15 restless riders,
[G] three [B] conductors [Em] and 25 [D] sacks of mail.
All [Bm] along the southbound Odyssey, the [F#m] train pulls down from Kakiake, [A] I rode along past
houses, farms and [E] fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no names, the [F#m] graveyards of old black men, [B] the [A] graveyards of a rusted [D] automobile.
Good [G] morning [A] America, [D] how are you?
I swear [Bm] you don't know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A] I'm [D] a train, they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [A] Orleans, [E] I'll be [C] gone [G] 500 [A] miles one day, [D] son.
Dealing [A] cars with old [D] men in the club car, [Bm] penny pointing, [G] ain't no keeping [D] score.
Passing paper [A] vans to [D] the bottom, [Em] feel [Bm] the wheels [A] [D] rumble beneath the foam.
[F#m] [Bm] And the sirens of the poor manhood, [F#m] when the sun of vengeance is, ride [A] with magic carpet
made of [Em] [E] steel.
[Bm] The mothers with their babes asleep, [F#m] are rocking to the gentle beat, [A] and the rhythm of the
rails [D] is all they feel.
[G] Good morning [A] America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] I swear you don't know [G] me, I'm your [Dm] native son.
[A] I'm [D] a train, they [A] call the city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [E] [C] I'll be [Em] gone [A] 500 miles one [D] day, son.
A [G]
[A] [Em] [D] [Bm]
[G] [Dm] [A] [D]
[A] [Bm] [A] [G#] [C] [G]
[A] [D] nighttime [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, [Bm] a change in cars [G] in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
Halfway [A] home we'll be there [D] by morning, [Bm] through the Mississippi [A] darkness rolling [D] down through the city.
[Bm] But the towns and the people seem [F#m] to have faded to a bad dream, and [A] the steel rails still
ring through the night.
I ain't heard [E] the news, [Bm] conduct a single song to get, [F#m] passengers will please reprieve, this
[A] train has got to disappear in a railroad [D] blue.
[G]
[A] [D] America, how are you?
[Bm] I swear you don't know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
I'm [A] [D] a train, they call [A] the city [Bm] of New [E] Orleans, I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
I'll [C] be gone [G]
[A] 500 miles when the day is done.
[D] I'll [B] [D] be gone.
[N]
Key:
D
A
G
Bm
F#m
D
A
G
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _
[A] _ [G] Riding on the city [D] of New Orleans, _
_ [G] Illinois Central, Monday morning [D] rain, _ _ [G] 15 cars [Em] and
[D] 15 restless riders, _
_ [G] three [B] conductors [Em] and 25 [D] sacks of mail. _
All [Bm] along the southbound Odyssey, the [F#m] train pulls down from Kakiake, [A] I rode along past
houses, farms and [E] fields. _
_ [Bm] Passing trains that have no names, the [F#m] graveyards of old black men, [B] the [A] graveyards of a rusted [D] automobile. _ _
Good [G] morning [A] America, [D] how are you? _
I swear [Bm] you don't know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son. _
[A] I'm [D] a train, they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [A] Orleans, [E] I'll be [C] gone [G] 500 [A] miles one day, [D] son. _
_ _ _ _ _ Dealing [A] cars with old [D] men in the club car, _ [Bm] penny pointing, [G] ain't no keeping [D] score.
_ _ _ Passing paper [A] vans to [D] the bottom, _ _ [Em] feel [Bm] the wheels [A] [D] rumble beneath the foam.
_ [F#m] [Bm] And the sirens of the poor manhood, [F#m] when the sun of vengeance is, ride [A] with magic carpet
made of [Em] [E] steel.
_ [Bm] The mothers with their babes asleep, [F#m] are rocking to the gentle beat, [A] and the rhythm of the
rails [D] is all they feel.
_ [G] Good morning [A] America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] I swear you don't know [G] me, I'm your [Dm] native son.
[A] I'm [D] a train, they [A] call the city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [E] _ [C] I'll be [Em] gone [A] 500 miles one [D] day, son.
A [G] _ _ _
[A] _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ [Bm] _ [A] _ [G#] _ _ [C] _ [G] _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ nighttime [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, _ [Bm] a change in cars [G] in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
_ _ _ Halfway [A] home we'll be there [D] by morning, _ [Bm] through the Mississippi [A] darkness rolling [D] down through the city.
_ [Bm] But the towns and the people seem [F#m] to have faded to a bad dream, and [A] the steel rails still
ring through the night.
I ain't heard [E] the news, _ [Bm] conduct a single song to get, [F#m] passengers will please reprieve, this
[A] train has got to disappear in a railroad [D] blue.
_ _ [G] _ _ _
[A] [D] America, how are you?
_ _ [Bm] I swear you don't know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
I'm [A] _ [D] a train, they call [A] the city [Bm] of New [E] Orleans, I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
_ I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
_ I'll [C] be gone [G]
[A] 500 miles _ when the day is done.
[D] _ _ I'll _ [B] _ [D] be gone.
_ [N] _ _
[A] _ [G] Riding on the city [D] of New Orleans, _
_ [G] Illinois Central, Monday morning [D] rain, _ _ [G] 15 cars [Em] and
[D] 15 restless riders, _
_ [G] three [B] conductors [Em] and 25 [D] sacks of mail. _
All [Bm] along the southbound Odyssey, the [F#m] train pulls down from Kakiake, [A] I rode along past
houses, farms and [E] fields. _
_ [Bm] Passing trains that have no names, the [F#m] graveyards of old black men, [B] the [A] graveyards of a rusted [D] automobile. _ _
Good [G] morning [A] America, [D] how are you? _
I swear [Bm] you don't know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son. _
[A] I'm [D] a train, they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [A] Orleans, [E] I'll be [C] gone [G] 500 [A] miles one day, [D] son. _
_ _ _ _ _ Dealing [A] cars with old [D] men in the club car, _ [Bm] penny pointing, [G] ain't no keeping [D] score.
_ _ _ Passing paper [A] vans to [D] the bottom, _ _ [Em] feel [Bm] the wheels [A] [D] rumble beneath the foam.
_ [F#m] [Bm] And the sirens of the poor manhood, [F#m] when the sun of vengeance is, ride [A] with magic carpet
made of [Em] [E] steel.
_ [Bm] The mothers with their babes asleep, [F#m] are rocking to the gentle beat, [A] and the rhythm of the
rails [D] is all they feel.
_ [G] Good morning [A] America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] I swear you don't know [G] me, I'm your [Dm] native son.
[A] I'm [D] a train, they [A] call the city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [E] _ [C] I'll be [Em] gone [A] 500 miles one [D] day, son.
A [G] _ _ _
[A] _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ [Bm] _ [A] _ [G#] _ _ [C] _ [G] _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ nighttime [A] on the city of [D] New Orleans, _ [Bm] a change in cars [G] in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
_ _ _ Halfway [A] home we'll be there [D] by morning, _ [Bm] through the Mississippi [A] darkness rolling [D] down through the city.
_ [Bm] But the towns and the people seem [F#m] to have faded to a bad dream, and [A] the steel rails still
ring through the night.
I ain't heard [E] the news, _ [Bm] conduct a single song to get, [F#m] passengers will please reprieve, this
[A] train has got to disappear in a railroad [D] blue.
_ _ [G] _ _ _
[A] [D] America, how are you?
_ _ [Bm] I swear you don't know me, [G] I'm your native [D] son.
I'm [A] _ [D] a train, they call [A] the city [Bm] of New [E] Orleans, I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
_ I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
_ I'll [C] be gone [G]
[A] 500 miles _ when the day is done.
[D] _ _ I'll _ [B] _ [D] be gone.
_ [N] _ _