Chords for Good Morning America: How Are You?
Tempo:
73.75 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
D#m
B
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#]
Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans, [D#m] Illinois Central, [B] Monday [F#] morning rail, 15 cars [C#] and 15 restless [F#] riders, [D#m] three conductors, [C#] 25 sacks [F#] of mail.
All [D#m] along the southbound Odyssey, [A#m] the train pulls out at Camden Key, [C#] rolls along past houses, farms [G#] and fields.
[D#m] Passing trains that have no name, [A#m] graveyards full of old black [C#] men, and the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile.
[B] Good morning, [C#] there [F#] I am, [D#m] said don't you know me, [B] I'm your native [F#] son, [C#] [F#] I'm the train that's on [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll be [B] gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
Dealing card [C#] games with the old [F#] men in the club cars, [D#m] penny a [B] point ain't no [F#] one keeping score.
As the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle, [D#m] feel the [C#] wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor.
And the [D#m] sons of Coleman porters, and the [A#m] sons of engineers, write [C#] their father's magic carpets made of [G#] steel.
[D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle [C#] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
[B] Good morning, [C#] America, [F#] [D#m] said don't you know me, [B] [F#] I'm your native son, [C#] [F#] I'm the train that's on [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll [E] be gone [B] 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
Night time [C#] on the city of [F#] New Orleans,
[D#m] changing cars [B] in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee, halfway home [C#] we'll be there [F#] by morning.
[D#m] Through the Mississippi [C#] darkness, rolling down to [F#] the sea, [D#m] but all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream, [C#] and the steel rail still ain't [G#] heard the news.
[D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain, [C#] this train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blue.
[B] Good [C#] night, [F#] America, [D#m] said don't you know [B] me, I'm your [F#] native son, [C#]
[F#] I'm the train that's [C#] on the city [D#m] of New [F#] Orleans, [G#]
[E] I'll be [B] gone [C#] 500 miles when the day is [F#] done.
[C#]
[F#] [D#m] [B]
[F#] [C#]
Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans, [D#m] Illinois Central, [B] Monday [F#] morning rail, 15 cars [C#] and 15 restless [F#] riders, [D#m] three conductors, [C#] 25 sacks [F#] of mail.
All [D#m] along the southbound Odyssey, [A#m] the train pulls out at Camden Key, [C#] rolls along past houses, farms [G#] and fields.
[D#m] Passing trains that have no name, [A#m] graveyards full of old black [C#] men, and the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile.
[B] Good morning, [C#] there [F#] I am, [D#m] said don't you know me, [B] I'm your native [F#] son, [C#] [F#] I'm the train that's on [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll be [B] gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
Dealing card [C#] games with the old [F#] men in the club cars, [D#m] penny a [B] point ain't no [F#] one keeping score.
As the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle, [D#m] feel the [C#] wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor.
And the [D#m] sons of Coleman porters, and the [A#m] sons of engineers, write [C#] their father's magic carpets made of [G#] steel.
[D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle [C#] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
[B] Good morning, [C#] America, [F#] [D#m] said don't you know me, [B] [F#] I'm your native son, [C#] [F#] I'm the train that's on [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll [E] be gone [B] 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
Night time [C#] on the city of [F#] New Orleans,
[D#m] changing cars [B] in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee, halfway home [C#] we'll be there [F#] by morning.
[D#m] Through the Mississippi [C#] darkness, rolling down to [F#] the sea, [D#m] but all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream, [C#] and the steel rail still ain't [G#] heard the news.
[D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain, [C#] this train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blue.
[B] Good [C#] night, [F#] America, [D#m] said don't you know [B] me, I'm your [F#] native son, [C#]
[F#] I'm the train that's [C#] on the city [D#m] of New [F#] Orleans, [G#]
[E] I'll be [B] gone [C#] 500 miles when the day is [F#] done.
[C#]
[F#] [D#m] [B]
[F#] [C#]
Key:
F#
C#
D#m
B
A#m
F#
C#
D#m
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans, _ [D#m] Illinois Central, [B] Monday [F#] morning rail, _ _ 15 cars [C#] and 15 restless [F#] riders, _ [D#m] three conductors, [C#] 25 sacks [F#] of mail.
_ All [D#m] along the southbound Odyssey, [A#m] the train pulls out at Camden Key, [C#] rolls along past houses, farms [G#] and fields. _
[D#m] Passing trains that have no name, [A#m] graveyards full of old black [C#] men, and the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile. _ _ _
[B] Good morning, [C#] there [F#] I am, _ [D#m] said don't you know me, [B] I'm your native [F#] son, _ [C#] [F#] I'm the train that's on [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll be [B] gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _ _
_ _ Dealing card [C#] games with the old [F#] men in the club cars, _ [D#m] penny a [B] point ain't no [F#] one keeping score.
_ _ As the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle, _ _ [D#m] feel the [C#] wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor.
_ And the [D#m] sons of Coleman porters, and the [A#m] sons of engineers, write [C#] their father's magic carpets made of [G#] steel.
_ _ [D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle [C#] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
_ _ [B] Good morning, [C#] America, [F#] _ _ _ [D#m] said don't you know me, [B] [F#] I'm your native son, _ [C#] [F#] I'm the train that's on [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll [E] be gone [B] 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _ _ _ _
Night time [C#] on the city of [F#] New Orleans, _ _
[D#m] changing cars [B] in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee, _ _ _ halfway home [C#] we'll be there [F#] by morning. _
[D#m] Through the Mississippi [C#] darkness, rolling down to [F#] the sea, _ _ [D#m] but all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream, [C#] and the steel rail still ain't [G#] heard the news. _
[D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain, [C#] this train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blue. _ _
[B] Good [C#] night, _ [F#] America, _ [D#m] said don't you know [B] me, I'm your [F#] native son, _ [C#]
[F#] I'm the train that's [C#] on the city [D#m] of New [F#] Orleans, [G#] _
[E] I'll be [B] gone [C#] 500 miles when the day is [F#] done. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans, _ [D#m] Illinois Central, [B] Monday [F#] morning rail, _ _ 15 cars [C#] and 15 restless [F#] riders, _ [D#m] three conductors, [C#] 25 sacks [F#] of mail.
_ All [D#m] along the southbound Odyssey, [A#m] the train pulls out at Camden Key, [C#] rolls along past houses, farms [G#] and fields. _
[D#m] Passing trains that have no name, [A#m] graveyards full of old black [C#] men, and the graveyards of the rusted [F#] automobile. _ _ _
[B] Good morning, [C#] there [F#] I am, _ [D#m] said don't you know me, [B] I'm your native [F#] son, _ [C#] [F#] I'm the train that's on [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll be [B] gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _ _
_ _ Dealing card [C#] games with the old [F#] men in the club cars, _ [D#m] penny a [B] point ain't no [F#] one keeping score.
_ _ As the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle, _ _ [D#m] feel the [C#] wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor.
_ And the [D#m] sons of Coleman porters, and the [A#m] sons of engineers, write [C#] their father's magic carpets made of [G#] steel.
_ _ [D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle [C#] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
_ _ [B] Good morning, [C#] America, [F#] _ _ _ [D#m] said don't you know me, [B] [F#] I'm your native son, _ [C#] [F#] I'm the train that's on [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll [E] be gone [B] 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _ _ _ _
Night time [C#] on the city of [F#] New Orleans, _ _
[D#m] changing cars [B] in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee, _ _ _ halfway home [C#] we'll be there [F#] by morning. _
[D#m] Through the Mississippi [C#] darkness, rolling down to [F#] the sea, _ _ [D#m] but all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream, [C#] and the steel rail still ain't [G#] heard the news. _
[D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain, [C#] this train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blue. _ _
[B] Good [C#] night, _ [F#] America, _ [D#m] said don't you know [B] me, I'm your [F#] native son, _ [C#]
[F#] I'm the train that's [C#] on the city [D#m] of New [F#] Orleans, [G#] _
[E] I'll be [B] gone [C#] 500 miles when the day is [F#] done. _ _
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_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _
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