City of New Orleans (Willie Nelson) w/ lyrics Chords
Tempo:
75.475 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
Riding [A] on the city [Dm] of New [D] Orleans,
[G] Illinois Central, Monday [D] morning rail,
15 [A] cars and 15 [D] restless riders, [Bm] three [A] conductors and 25 [D] sacks on mail.
[Bm] All along the southbound Odyssey, [F#m] the train pulled out at Caffey [A] Key,
and rode along past houses, [E] farms and fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no name,
[F#m] graveyards full of old black [A] men,
and the graveyard of a rusted [D] automobile.
[G] Good [A] morning [D] America,
[Bm] say don't [G] you know me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
[D] In the rain they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [A] Orleans,
[G#]
and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the [D] day is done.
Stealing cards [A] with the old [D] man in the club car.
[Bm] Giddy up [G] boy, ain't no one [D] keeping score.
Pass the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle.
[Bm] Field [A] wheels rumbling [D] beneath the floor,
[F#m] [Bm] and the sons of home of porters [F#m] and the sons of engineers,
[A] ride their father's magic carpet [E] made of steel.
[Bm] Mother with their babe asleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle [A] beat,
and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they feel.
[G] Good [A] morning America, [D] [Bm] say don't you [G] know me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] [D] In the rain they [A] call the city [Bm] of New [D] [E] Orleans,
[C] and I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done.
[G] [A]
[D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A] [D] [A]
[Bm] [D] [E] [C] [G] [A]
[D] Night time [A] on the city [D] of New Orleans,
[Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
Halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning,
[Bm] through the Mississippi [A] darkness rolling [D] down to the sea.
[F#m] [Bm] But all the towns and people [F#m] seem to fade into a bad [A] dream,
and the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
[Bm] The conductor sings his songs [F#m] again, the passengers will please refrain,
[A] his train has got to disappear [D] in railroad blue.
[G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] In [D] the rain they [A] call the city [Bm] of New [E] Orleans,
[C] and I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done.
[A] [D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A]
[D] [Bm]
Riding [A] on the city [Dm] of New [D] Orleans,
[G] Illinois Central, Monday [D] morning rail,
15 [A] cars and 15 [D] restless riders, [Bm] three [A] conductors and 25 [D] sacks on mail.
[Bm] All along the southbound Odyssey, [F#m] the train pulled out at Caffey [A] Key,
and rode along past houses, [E] farms and fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no name,
[F#m] graveyards full of old black [A] men,
and the graveyard of a rusted [D] automobile.
[G] Good [A] morning [D] America,
[Bm] say don't [G] you know me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
[D] In the rain they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [A] Orleans,
[G#]
and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the [D] day is done.
Stealing cards [A] with the old [D] man in the club car.
[Bm] Giddy up [G] boy, ain't no one [D] keeping score.
Pass the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle.
[Bm] Field [A] wheels rumbling [D] beneath the floor,
[F#m] [Bm] and the sons of home of porters [F#m] and the sons of engineers,
[A] ride their father's magic carpet [E] made of steel.
[Bm] Mother with their babe asleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle [A] beat,
and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they feel.
[G] Good [A] morning America, [D] [Bm] say don't you [G] know me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] [D] In the rain they [A] call the city [Bm] of New [D] [E] Orleans,
[C] and I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done.
[G] [A]
[D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A] [D] [A]
[Bm] [D] [E] [C] [G] [A]
[D] Night time [A] on the city [D] of New Orleans,
[Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
Halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning,
[Bm] through the Mississippi [A] darkness rolling [D] down to the sea.
[F#m] [Bm] But all the towns and people [F#m] seem to fade into a bad [A] dream,
and the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
[Bm] The conductor sings his songs [F#m] again, the passengers will please refrain,
[A] his train has got to disappear [D] in railroad blue.
[G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] In [D] the rain they [A] call the city [Bm] of New [E] Orleans,
[C] and I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done.
[A] [D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A]
[D] [Bm]
Key:
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A
Bm
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F#m
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Bm
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding [A] on the city [Dm] of New [D] Orleans, _ _
[G] Illinois Central, Monday [D] morning rail, _ _
15 [A] cars and 15 [D] restless riders, _ [Bm] three [A] conductors and 25 [D] sacks on mail. _
[Bm] All along the southbound Odyssey, [F#m] the train pulled out at Caffey [A] Key,
and rode along past houses, [E] farms and fields. _
[Bm] Passing trains that have no name,
[F#m] graveyards full of old black [A] men,
and the graveyard of a rusted [D] automobile. _ _
[G] Good [A] morning [D] America, _ _ _
[Bm] say don't [G] you know me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A] _
[D] In the rain they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [A] Orleans,
[G#]
and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the [D] day is done. _
_ _ _ _ Stealing cards [A] with the old [D] man in the club car.
_ _ [Bm] Giddy up [G] boy, ain't no one [D] keeping score.
_ _ Pass the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle.
_ _ [Bm] Field [A] wheels rumbling [D] beneath the floor,
_ [F#m] [Bm] and the sons of home of porters [F#m] and the sons of engineers,
[A] ride their father's magic carpet [E] made of steel.
_ _ [Bm] Mother with their babe asleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle [A] beat,
and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they feel.
_ _ [G] Good [A] morning America, [D] _ _ _ [Bm] say don't you [G] know me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] _ _ [D] In the rain they [A] call the city [Bm] of New [D] [E] Orleans,
[C] and I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ Night time [A] on the city [D] of New Orleans,
_ _ [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
_ _ _ Halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning,
_ [Bm] through the Mississippi [A] darkness rolling [D] down to the sea.
_ [F#m] [Bm] But all the towns and people [F#m] seem to fade into a bad [A] dream,
and the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
_ [Bm] The conductor sings his songs [F#m] again, the passengers will please refrain,
[A] his train has got to disappear [D] in railroad blue.
_ _ [G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are you?
_ [Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] In [D] the rain they [A] call the city [Bm] of New _ [E] Orleans,
[C] and I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
Riding [A] on the city [Dm] of New [D] Orleans, _ _
[G] Illinois Central, Monday [D] morning rail, _ _
15 [A] cars and 15 [D] restless riders, _ [Bm] three [A] conductors and 25 [D] sacks on mail. _
[Bm] All along the southbound Odyssey, [F#m] the train pulled out at Caffey [A] Key,
and rode along past houses, [E] farms and fields. _
[Bm] Passing trains that have no name,
[F#m] graveyards full of old black [A] men,
and the graveyard of a rusted [D] automobile. _ _
[G] Good [A] morning [D] America, _ _ _
[Bm] say don't [G] you know me, I'm your native [D] son.
[A] _
[D] In the rain they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [A] Orleans,
[G#]
and I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the [D] day is done. _
_ _ _ _ Stealing cards [A] with the old [D] man in the club car.
_ _ [Bm] Giddy up [G] boy, ain't no one [D] keeping score.
_ _ Pass the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle.
_ _ [Bm] Field [A] wheels rumbling [D] beneath the floor,
_ [F#m] [Bm] and the sons of home of porters [F#m] and the sons of engineers,
[A] ride their father's magic carpet [E] made of steel.
_ _ [Bm] Mother with their babe asleep, [F#m] rocking to the gentle [A] beat,
and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they feel.
_ _ [G] Good [A] morning America, [D] _ _ _ [Bm] say don't you [G] know me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] _ _ [D] In the rain they [A] call the city [Bm] of New [D] [E] Orleans,
[C] and I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ Night time [A] on the city [D] of New Orleans,
_ _ [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
_ _ _ Halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning,
_ [Bm] through the Mississippi [A] darkness rolling [D] down to the sea.
_ [F#m] [Bm] But all the towns and people [F#m] seem to fade into a bad [A] dream,
and the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
_ [Bm] The conductor sings his songs [F#m] again, the passengers will please refrain,
[A] his train has got to disappear [D] in railroad blue.
_ _ [G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are you?
_ [Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] In [D] the rain they [A] call the city [Bm] of New _ [E] Orleans,
[C] and I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _