Chords for Riding on the City of New Orleans with lyrics
Tempo:
111.35 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
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Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Riding on [Ab] the city of [Db] New Orleans, [Bbm]
Illinois [Gbm] Central's Monday morning [Db] rail,
[Ab]
15 cars [Ab] and 15 [Db] restless riders, [Bbm] 3 conductors [Ab] and 25 [Db] sacks of mail.
[Bbm] All along the southbound Odyssey, [Fm] the train pulls out at Cockatiel,
[Ab] rolls along past houses, farms and [Eb] fields.
[Bbm] Passing trains that have no names, [Fm] freight yards full of polled black men
and the graveyards of the rusted [Db] automobile.
[Gb] Good [Ab] morning America, [F] how are [Db] you?
[Bbm] No, [Gbm] I'm your [Db] native son.
[Ab]
[Db] I'm the train they [Ab] call the City of [Bbm] New Orleans.
[Gbm] I'll be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the [Db] day is done,
[Ab]
[Db] dealing card [Ab] games with the old [Db] men in the club car.
[Bbm] Penny a point, [Gbm] ain't no one keeping [Db] score.
[Ab]
[Db] Pass the [Ab] paper bag that holds [Db] the bottle,
[Bbm] feel the wheels [Ab] crumbling beneath the [Db] floor.
And the sons of Pullman Fortress [Fm] and the sons of Mingenese
ride their [Ab] fathers' magic carpets made of [Eb]
steel.
Fathers with their babies [Fm] asleep are rocking to the gentle [Ab] beat and the rhythm
of the rails is all [Db] they feel.
[Gb] Good morning [Ab] America, [Db] how are you?
[Bbm] No,
[Gbm] I'm your native [Db] son.
[Ab] [Db] I'm the train they call [Ab] the City of [Bbm] New Orleans.
[Eb] I'll [Bm] be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the day [Db] is done,
[Ab] [Db] Nighttime [Ab] on the City [Db] of New Orleans,
[Bbm] changing [Gbm] cars in Memphis, [Db] Tennessee.
[Ab] [Db] Halfway home [Ab] we'll be there [Db] by morning,
[Bb] through the Mississippi darkness [Ab] rolling down [Db] to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem [Fm] to fade into a pair,
dreaming [Ab] the steel rails still ain't on the [Eb] news.
The [Bbm] conductor sings his song again, [Fm] the passengers will please refrain,
[Ab] this train's got the disappearing [Db] railroad blues.
[Gb] Good [Ab] morning America, [Db] how are you?
[Bbm] Don't you know [Gbm] I'm your [Db] native son.
[Ab]
[Db] I'm the train they call the City [Bbm] of New [Eb] Orleans.
[B] I'll be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the [Db] day is done,
[Ab] when the day [Db] is done.
[Ab] [N]
Illinois [Gbm] Central's Monday morning [Db] rail,
[Ab]
15 cars [Ab] and 15 [Db] restless riders, [Bbm] 3 conductors [Ab] and 25 [Db] sacks of mail.
[Bbm] All along the southbound Odyssey, [Fm] the train pulls out at Cockatiel,
[Ab] rolls along past houses, farms and [Eb] fields.
[Bbm] Passing trains that have no names, [Fm] freight yards full of polled black men
and the graveyards of the rusted [Db] automobile.
[Gb] Good [Ab] morning America, [F] how are [Db] you?
[Bbm] No, [Gbm] I'm your [Db] native son.
[Ab]
[Db] I'm the train they [Ab] call the City of [Bbm] New Orleans.
[Gbm] I'll be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the [Db] day is done,
[Ab]
[Db] dealing card [Ab] games with the old [Db] men in the club car.
[Bbm] Penny a point, [Gbm] ain't no one keeping [Db] score.
[Ab]
[Db] Pass the [Ab] paper bag that holds [Db] the bottle,
[Bbm] feel the wheels [Ab] crumbling beneath the [Db] floor.
And the sons of Pullman Fortress [Fm] and the sons of Mingenese
ride their [Ab] fathers' magic carpets made of [Eb]
steel.
Fathers with their babies [Fm] asleep are rocking to the gentle [Ab] beat and the rhythm
of the rails is all [Db] they feel.
[Gb] Good morning [Ab] America, [Db] how are you?
[Bbm] No,
[Gbm] I'm your native [Db] son.
[Ab] [Db] I'm the train they call [Ab] the City of [Bbm] New Orleans.
[Eb] I'll [Bm] be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the day [Db] is done,
[Ab] [Db] Nighttime [Ab] on the City [Db] of New Orleans,
[Bbm] changing [Gbm] cars in Memphis, [Db] Tennessee.
[Ab] [Db] Halfway home [Ab] we'll be there [Db] by morning,
[Bb] through the Mississippi darkness [Ab] rolling down [Db] to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem [Fm] to fade into a pair,
dreaming [Ab] the steel rails still ain't on the [Eb] news.
The [Bbm] conductor sings his song again, [Fm] the passengers will please refrain,
[Ab] this train's got the disappearing [Db] railroad blues.
[Gb] Good [Ab] morning America, [Db] how are you?
[Bbm] Don't you know [Gbm] I'm your [Db] native son.
[Ab]
[Db] I'm the train they call the City [Bbm] of New [Eb] Orleans.
[B] I'll be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the [Db] day is done,
[Ab] when the day [Db] is done.
[Ab] [N]
Key:
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Riding on [Ab] the city of [Db] New Orleans, _ _ [Bbm]
Illinois _ [Gbm] Central's Monday morning [Db] rail,
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _
15 cars [Ab] and 15 [Db] restless riders, _ _ [Bbm] 3 conductors [Ab] and 25 [Db] sacks of mail. _
_ _ [Bbm] All along the southbound Odyssey, [Fm] the train pulls out at Cockatiel,
[Ab] rolls along past houses, farms and [Eb] fields. _
_ _ [Bbm] Passing trains that have no names, [Fm] freight yards full of polled black men
and the graveyards of the rusted [Db] automobile. _ _ _ _
[Gb] Good [Ab] morning America, [F] how are [Db] you? _ _ _
[Bbm] No, _ [Gbm] _ I'm your [Db] native son.
[Ab] _ _ _
[Db] I'm the train they [Ab] call the City of [Bbm] New Orleans. _ _
[Gbm] I'll be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the [Db] day is done,
[Ab] _ _ _
[Db] _ dealing card [Ab] games with the old [Db] men in the club car. _ _ _
[Bbm] Penny a point, [Gbm] ain't no one keeping [Db] score.
[Ab] _ _ _
[Db] Pass the [Ab] paper bag that holds [Db] the bottle, _ _ _
[Bbm] feel the wheels [Ab] crumbling beneath the [Db] floor.
_ _ _ And the sons of Pullman Fortress [Fm] and the sons of Mingenese
ride their [Ab] fathers' magic carpets made of [Eb]
steel.
_ _ _ Fathers with their babies [Fm] asleep are rocking to the gentle [Ab] beat and the rhythm
of the rails is all [Db] they feel.
_ _ [Gb] Good morning [Ab] America, [Db] how are you?
_ _ [Bbm] No, _ _
[Gbm] I'm your native [Db] son. _
[Ab] _ _ [Db] I'm the train they call [Ab] the City of [Bbm] New Orleans. _
[Eb] _ I'll [Bm] be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the day [Db] is done, _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Db] _ Nighttime [Ab] on the City [Db] of New Orleans,
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ changing [Gbm] cars in Memphis, _ [Db] _ Tennessee.
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Db] Halfway home [Ab] we'll be there [Db] by morning, _
_ _ [Bb] through the Mississippi darkness [Ab] rolling down [Db] to the sea. _
_ _ And all the towns and people seem [Fm] to fade into a pair,
dreaming [Ab] the steel rails still ain't on the [Eb] _ news.
The [Bbm] conductor sings his song again, [Fm] the passengers will please refrain,
[Ab] this train's got the disappearing [Db] railroad blues. _ _ _
[Gb] Good [Ab] morning America, [Db] how are you? _ _ _
[Bbm] Don't you know [Gbm] _ I'm your [Db] native son.
[Ab] _ _
[Db] I'm the train they call the City [Bbm] of New [Eb] Orleans. _
[B] I'll be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the [Db] day is done,
_ [Ab] when the day [Db] is done.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on [Ab] the city of [Db] New Orleans, _ _ [Bbm]
Illinois _ [Gbm] Central's Monday morning [Db] rail,
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _
15 cars [Ab] and 15 [Db] restless riders, _ _ [Bbm] 3 conductors [Ab] and 25 [Db] sacks of mail. _
_ _ [Bbm] All along the southbound Odyssey, [Fm] the train pulls out at Cockatiel,
[Ab] rolls along past houses, farms and [Eb] fields. _
_ _ [Bbm] Passing trains that have no names, [Fm] freight yards full of polled black men
and the graveyards of the rusted [Db] automobile. _ _ _ _
[Gb] Good [Ab] morning America, [F] how are [Db] you? _ _ _
[Bbm] No, _ [Gbm] _ I'm your [Db] native son.
[Ab] _ _ _
[Db] I'm the train they [Ab] call the City of [Bbm] New Orleans. _ _
[Gbm] I'll be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the [Db] day is done,
[Ab] _ _ _
[Db] _ dealing card [Ab] games with the old [Db] men in the club car. _ _ _
[Bbm] Penny a point, [Gbm] ain't no one keeping [Db] score.
[Ab] _ _ _
[Db] Pass the [Ab] paper bag that holds [Db] the bottle, _ _ _
[Bbm] feel the wheels [Ab] crumbling beneath the [Db] floor.
_ _ _ And the sons of Pullman Fortress [Fm] and the sons of Mingenese
ride their [Ab] fathers' magic carpets made of [Eb]
steel.
_ _ _ Fathers with their babies [Fm] asleep are rocking to the gentle [Ab] beat and the rhythm
of the rails is all [Db] they feel.
_ _ [Gb] Good morning [Ab] America, [Db] how are you?
_ _ [Bbm] No, _ _
[Gbm] I'm your native [Db] son. _
[Ab] _ _ [Db] I'm the train they call [Ab] the City of [Bbm] New Orleans. _
[Eb] _ I'll [Bm] be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the day [Db] is done, _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Db] _ Nighttime [Ab] on the City [Db] of New Orleans,
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ changing [Gbm] cars in Memphis, _ [Db] _ Tennessee.
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Db] Halfway home [Ab] we'll be there [Db] by morning, _
_ _ [Bb] through the Mississippi darkness [Ab] rolling down [Db] to the sea. _
_ _ And all the towns and people seem [Fm] to fade into a pair,
dreaming [Ab] the steel rails still ain't on the [Eb] _ news.
The [Bbm] conductor sings his song again, [Fm] the passengers will please refrain,
[Ab] this train's got the disappearing [Db] railroad blues. _ _ _
[Gb] Good [Ab] morning America, [Db] how are you? _ _ _
[Bbm] Don't you know [Gbm] _ I'm your [Db] native son.
[Ab] _ _
[Db] I'm the train they call the City [Bbm] of New [Eb] Orleans. _
[B] I'll be gone for a [Ab] hundred miles when the [Db] day is done,
_ [Ab] when the day [Db] is done.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [N] _ _ _