Chords for Country Gentlemen - City Of New Orleans
Tempo:
114.9 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Am
F
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[F] [G]
[C]
[G] [C]
Riding [A] on the city [C] of New Orleans, [Am] Illinois [F] Central Monday [G] morning rail.
[Cm] There's 15 [G] cars, 15 [C] restless riders, [Am] 3 [G] conductors and 25 sacks [C] of mail.
[Am] They're out on the southbound Odyssey, [E] the train pulls out and can't [G] keep
rolling past the houses, farms and [D]
fields.
[Am] Passing towns that have no [E] name, great yards full of old gray [G] men,
graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles.
[F] Singing, good morning [C] America, how are you?
[Am] Don't you know [G] me, I'm your [C] native son.
[G] I'm the train to [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
[A] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
[F] [G] [C]
I was dealing cards [G] with the old men [C] in the club,
[Am] penny a point, [F] there ain't no one keeping [G] score.
They [C] want you past the [G] paper bag that [C] holds the bottle,
yeah [A] I feel the wheels [G] are rumbling through [C] the floor.
[Am] There's sons of Pullman porters, [E] sons of engineers,
[G] ride their fathers magic carpet made of [D] steel.
[Am] Days are full of restless, [E] dreams are full of memories,
[G] echoes of the freight train [C] whistles to you.
Singing, [F] good morning America, [C] how are you?
[Am] Don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [C] son.
[C] I'm the train to [D] call the city of [C] New Orleans.
I'll [Am] be gone 500 [G] miles, today [C] is done.
[C]
[F] [G] [C]
But [A] it's twilight [G] on the city [C] of New Orleans.
[Am] Off about [G] your pocket [C] full of friends,
[F] we're halfway home but we'll be [C] there by morning,
[D] with no tomorrows waiting [G] around the bend.
[F] Singing, good night America, [C] I love you.
Don't you [G] know me, I'm your [C] native son.
I'm the train to [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
[A] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
[Am] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
[F] [G]
[C]
[G] [C]
Riding [A] on the city [C] of New Orleans, [Am] Illinois [F] Central Monday [G] morning rail.
[Cm] There's 15 [G] cars, 15 [C] restless riders, [Am] 3 [G] conductors and 25 sacks [C] of mail.
[Am] They're out on the southbound Odyssey, [E] the train pulls out and can't [G] keep
rolling past the houses, farms and [D]
fields.
[Am] Passing towns that have no [E] name, great yards full of old gray [G] men,
graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles.
[F] Singing, good morning [C] America, how are you?
[Am] Don't you know [G] me, I'm your [C] native son.
[G] I'm the train to [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
[A] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
[F] [G] [C]
I was dealing cards [G] with the old men [C] in the club,
[Am] penny a point, [F] there ain't no one keeping [G] score.
They [C] want you past the [G] paper bag that [C] holds the bottle,
yeah [A] I feel the wheels [G] are rumbling through [C] the floor.
[Am] There's sons of Pullman porters, [E] sons of engineers,
[G] ride their fathers magic carpet made of [D] steel.
[Am] Days are full of restless, [E] dreams are full of memories,
[G] echoes of the freight train [C] whistles to you.
Singing, [F] good morning America, [C] how are you?
[Am] Don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [C] son.
[C] I'm the train to [D] call the city of [C] New Orleans.
I'll [Am] be gone 500 [G] miles, today [C] is done.
[C]
[F] [G] [C]
But [A] it's twilight [G] on the city [C] of New Orleans.
[Am] Off about [G] your pocket [C] full of friends,
[F] we're halfway home but we'll be [C] there by morning,
[D] with no tomorrows waiting [G] around the bend.
[F] Singing, good night America, [C] I love you.
Don't you [G] know me, I'm your [C] native son.
I'm the train to [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
[A] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
[Am] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
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_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ Riding [A] on the city [C] of New Orleans, _ _ [Am] Illinois [F] Central Monday [G] morning rail.
_ [Cm] There's 15 [G] cars, 15 [C] restless riders, _ [Am] 3 [G] conductors and 25 sacks [C] of mail.
_ [Am] They're out on the southbound Odyssey, [E] the train pulls out and can't [G] keep
rolling past the houses, farms and [D]
fields.
_ [Am] Passing towns that have no [E] name, great yards full of old gray [G] men,
graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles.
_ [F] Singing, good morning [C] America, how are you?
_ _ [Am] Don't you know [G] me, I'm your [C] native son.
[G] _ I'm the train to [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
_ [A] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
I was dealing cards [G] with the old men [C] in the club, _
_ [Am] penny a point, [F] there ain't no one keeping [G] score.
They [C] want you past the [G] paper bag that [C] holds the bottle,
yeah [A] I feel the wheels [G] are rumbling through [C] the floor.
_ [Am] There's sons of Pullman porters, [E] sons of engineers,
[G] ride their fathers magic carpet made of [D] steel.
_ [Am] Days are full of restless, [E] dreams are full of memories,
[G] echoes of the freight train [C] whistles to you.
Singing, [F] good morning America, [C] how are you?
_ [Am] Don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [C] son. _
_ [C] I'm the train to [D] call the city of [C] New Orleans. _
I'll [Am] be gone 500 [G] miles, today [C] is done. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
But [A] it's twilight [G] on the city [C] of New Orleans.
_ _ [Am] Off about [G] your pocket [C] full of friends,
_ [F] we're halfway home but we'll be [C] there by morning,
_ [D] with no tomorrows waiting [G] around the bend.
_ [F] Singing, good night America, [C] I love you.
_ Don't you [G] know me, I'm your [C] native son.
_ I'm the train to [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
_ [A] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
_ [Am] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ Riding [A] on the city [C] of New Orleans, _ _ [Am] Illinois [F] Central Monday [G] morning rail.
_ [Cm] There's 15 [G] cars, 15 [C] restless riders, _ [Am] 3 [G] conductors and 25 sacks [C] of mail.
_ [Am] They're out on the southbound Odyssey, [E] the train pulls out and can't [G] keep
rolling past the houses, farms and [D]
fields.
_ [Am] Passing towns that have no [E] name, great yards full of old gray [G] men,
graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles.
_ [F] Singing, good morning [C] America, how are you?
_ _ [Am] Don't you know [G] me, I'm your [C] native son.
[G] _ I'm the train to [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
_ [A] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
I was dealing cards [G] with the old men [C] in the club, _
_ [Am] penny a point, [F] there ain't no one keeping [G] score.
They [C] want you past the [G] paper bag that [C] holds the bottle,
yeah [A] I feel the wheels [G] are rumbling through [C] the floor.
_ [Am] There's sons of Pullman porters, [E] sons of engineers,
[G] ride their fathers magic carpet made of [D] steel.
_ [Am] Days are full of restless, [E] dreams are full of memories,
[G] echoes of the freight train [C] whistles to you.
Singing, [F] good morning America, [C] how are you?
_ [Am] Don't you know [G] me, I'm your native [C] son. _
_ [C] I'm the train to [D] call the city of [C] New Orleans. _
I'll [Am] be gone 500 [G] miles, today [C] is done. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
But [A] it's twilight [G] on the city [C] of New Orleans.
_ _ [Am] Off about [G] your pocket [C] full of friends,
_ [F] we're halfway home but we'll be [C] there by morning,
_ [D] with no tomorrows waiting [G] around the bend.
_ [F] Singing, good night America, [C] I love you.
_ Don't you [G] know me, I'm your [C] native son.
_ I'm the train to [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
_ [A] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
_ [Am] I'll be gone [G] 500 miles, [C] today is done.
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