City Of New Orleans Chords by Roch Voisine
Tempo:
74.6 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Cm
Ab
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb]
Riding on [Bb] the city of [Eb] New Orleans,
[D] [C] [Cm] Illinois [Ab] Central, Monday morning [Eb] rail, 15 [Bb] cars, 15
restless [Eb] riders,
[Gm] [Cm] 3 [Bb] conductors and 25 sacks [Eb] of mail.
[Cm] All along the southbound odyssey, [Gm] the train pulls out at Kankakee, [Bb] rolls along past houses
farms [F] and fields, [Eb] passing [Cm] trains that have no names, [Gm] freight yards full of old [Cm] black
men and [Bb] the graveyards of rusted [Eb] automobiles.
[Ab] Good morning [Bb] America, [Eb] how are you?
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] Orleans, [F]
I'll [Db] be gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles [Eb] when the day is done.
Dealing card games [Bb] with the old men [Eb] in the club car, [Cm] at any point [Ab] ain't no one keeping [Eb] score.
Past the [Bb] paper bag, the cold, [Eb] the bottles, you [Cm] feel the wheels [Bb] rumbling beneath [Eb] the floor.
[Cm] And the sons of Poland, Porters, and [Gm] the sons of engineers, [Bb] ride their fathers magic carpets
made [F] of steel.
[Cm] Mothers with their babes asleep, [Gm] rocking to the channel [Ab] beat [Bb] and the rhythm of the rails
is all [Eb] they'd hear.
[Ab] Good [Bb] morning America, [Eb] how are you?
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb] I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll be [Db] gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles when the day [Eb] is done.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Cm] [Ab]
[Eb] [Bb]
[Cm] [Bb] [F] [Db] [Ab] [Bb]
[Eb] [Ab] [Eb]
Night time [Bb] on the city of [Eb] New Orleans, changing cars [Ab] in Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee, halfway home,
[Bb] we'll be there [Eb] by morning, [Cm] through the Mississippi [Bb] darkness, rolling down to [Eb] the sea.
[Cm] And all the towns and people sing, [Gm] as they fade into a bad [Bb] dream, and the steel rails
still ain't heard [F] the news.
[Cm] The conductor sings his song again, [Gm] the passengers won't please [Eb] refrain, [Bb] this train's got the
disappearing railroad [Eb] blues.
[Ab] Good [Bb] morning America, [Eb] how are you?
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll be [Db] gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles when the day [Eb] is done.
[Ab] [Bb] Good morning America, [Eb] how are you?
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll [Db] be gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles [Eb] when the day is done.
[Bb] [Eb]
[D] [Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
[Cm] [Bb] [Eb]
[N]
Riding on [Bb] the city of [Eb] New Orleans,
[D] [C] [Cm] Illinois [Ab] Central, Monday morning [Eb] rail, 15 [Bb] cars, 15
restless [Eb] riders,
[Gm] [Cm] 3 [Bb] conductors and 25 sacks [Eb] of mail.
[Cm] All along the southbound odyssey, [Gm] the train pulls out at Kankakee, [Bb] rolls along past houses
farms [F] and fields, [Eb] passing [Cm] trains that have no names, [Gm] freight yards full of old [Cm] black
men and [Bb] the graveyards of rusted [Eb] automobiles.
[Ab] Good morning [Bb] America, [Eb] how are you?
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] Orleans, [F]
I'll [Db] be gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles [Eb] when the day is done.
Dealing card games [Bb] with the old men [Eb] in the club car, [Cm] at any point [Ab] ain't no one keeping [Eb] score.
Past the [Bb] paper bag, the cold, [Eb] the bottles, you [Cm] feel the wheels [Bb] rumbling beneath [Eb] the floor.
[Cm] And the sons of Poland, Porters, and [Gm] the sons of engineers, [Bb] ride their fathers magic carpets
made [F] of steel.
[Cm] Mothers with their babes asleep, [Gm] rocking to the channel [Ab] beat [Bb] and the rhythm of the rails
is all [Eb] they'd hear.
[Ab] Good [Bb] morning America, [Eb] how are you?
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb] I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll be [Db] gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles when the day [Eb] is done.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Cm] [Ab]
[Eb] [Bb]
[Cm] [Bb] [F] [Db] [Ab] [Bb]
[Eb] [Ab] [Eb]
Night time [Bb] on the city of [Eb] New Orleans, changing cars [Ab] in Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee, halfway home,
[Bb] we'll be there [Eb] by morning, [Cm] through the Mississippi [Bb] darkness, rolling down to [Eb] the sea.
[Cm] And all the towns and people sing, [Gm] as they fade into a bad [Bb] dream, and the steel rails
still ain't heard [F] the news.
[Cm] The conductor sings his song again, [Gm] the passengers won't please [Eb] refrain, [Bb] this train's got the
disappearing railroad [Eb] blues.
[Ab] Good [Bb] morning America, [Eb] how are you?
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll be [Db] gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles when the day [Eb] is done.
[Ab] [Bb] Good morning America, [Eb] how are you?
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll [Db] be gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles [Eb] when the day is done.
[Bb] [Eb]
[D] [Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
[Cm] [Bb] [Eb]
[N]
Key:
Eb
Bb
Cm
Ab
F
Eb
Bb
Cm
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Riding on [Bb] the city of [Eb] New Orleans, _
[D] _ [C] [Cm] Illinois [Ab] Central, Monday morning [Eb] rail, _ _ 15 [Bb] cars, 15
restless [Eb] riders, _
[Gm] [Cm] 3 [Bb] conductors and 25 sacks [Eb] of mail. _
[Cm] All along the southbound odyssey, [Gm] the train pulls out at Kankakee, [Bb] rolls along past houses
farms [F] and fields, _ [Eb] passing [Cm] trains that have no names, [Gm] freight yards full of old [Cm] black
men and [Bb] the graveyards of rusted [Eb] automobiles. _
[Ab] Good morning [Bb] America, [Eb] how are you? _
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
_ [Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] Orleans, [F]
I'll [Db] be gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles [Eb] when the day is done. _
_ _ _ _ Dealing card games [Bb] with the old men [Eb] in the club car, _ [Cm] at any point [Ab] ain't no one keeping [Eb] score.
_ _ Past the [Bb] paper bag, the cold, [Eb] the bottles, you [Cm] feel the wheels [Bb] rumbling beneath [Eb] the floor.
_ [Cm] And the sons of Poland, Porters, and [Gm] the sons of engineers, [Bb] ride their fathers magic carpets
made [F] of steel.
_ _ [Cm] Mothers with their babes asleep, [Gm] rocking to the channel [Ab] beat [Bb] and the rhythm of the rails
is all [Eb] they'd hear.
_ [Ab] Good [Bb] morning America, [Eb] how are you?
_ [Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb] I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll be [Db] gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles when the day [Eb] is done.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [Cm] _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ [Db] _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ _
Night time [Bb] on the city of [Eb] New Orleans, _ changing cars [Ab] in Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee, _ _ halfway home,
[Bb] we'll be there [Eb] by morning, _ [Cm] through the Mississippi [Bb] darkness, rolling down to [Eb] the sea. _ _
[Cm] And all the towns and people sing, [Gm] as they fade into a bad [Bb] dream, and the steel rails
still ain't heard [F] the news. _
[Cm] The conductor sings his song again, [Gm] the passengers won't please [Eb] refrain, [Bb] this train's got the
disappearing railroad [Eb] blues. _
[Ab] Good [Bb] morning America, [Eb] how are you? _ _
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
_ [Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll be [Db] gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles when the day [Eb] is done. _
[Ab] _ _ [Bb] Good morning America, [Eb] how are you? _
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll [Db] be gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles [Eb] when the day is done. _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ Riding on [Bb] the city of [Eb] New Orleans, _
[D] _ [C] [Cm] Illinois [Ab] Central, Monday morning [Eb] rail, _ _ 15 [Bb] cars, 15
restless [Eb] riders, _
[Gm] [Cm] 3 [Bb] conductors and 25 sacks [Eb] of mail. _
[Cm] All along the southbound odyssey, [Gm] the train pulls out at Kankakee, [Bb] rolls along past houses
farms [F] and fields, _ [Eb] passing [Cm] trains that have no names, [Gm] freight yards full of old [Cm] black
men and [Bb] the graveyards of rusted [Eb] automobiles. _
[Ab] Good morning [Bb] America, [Eb] how are you? _
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
_ [Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] Orleans, [F]
I'll [Db] be gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles [Eb] when the day is done. _
_ _ _ _ Dealing card games [Bb] with the old men [Eb] in the club car, _ [Cm] at any point [Ab] ain't no one keeping [Eb] score.
_ _ Past the [Bb] paper bag, the cold, [Eb] the bottles, you [Cm] feel the wheels [Bb] rumbling beneath [Eb] the floor.
_ [Cm] And the sons of Poland, Porters, and [Gm] the sons of engineers, [Bb] ride their fathers magic carpets
made [F] of steel.
_ _ [Cm] Mothers with their babes asleep, [Gm] rocking to the channel [Ab] beat [Bb] and the rhythm of the rails
is all [Eb] they'd hear.
_ [Ab] Good [Bb] morning America, [Eb] how are you?
_ [Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb] I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll be [Db] gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles when the day [Eb] is done.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [Cm] _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ [Db] _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ _
Night time [Bb] on the city of [Eb] New Orleans, _ changing cars [Ab] in Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee, _ _ halfway home,
[Bb] we'll be there [Eb] by morning, _ [Cm] through the Mississippi [Bb] darkness, rolling down to [Eb] the sea. _ _
[Cm] And all the towns and people sing, [Gm] as they fade into a bad [Bb] dream, and the steel rails
still ain't heard [F] the news. _
[Cm] The conductor sings his song again, [Gm] the passengers won't please [Eb] refrain, [Bb] this train's got the
disappearing railroad [Eb] blues. _
[Ab] Good [Bb] morning America, [Eb] how are you? _ _
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
_ [Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll be [Db] gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles when the day [Eb] is done. _
[Ab] _ _ [Bb] Good morning America, [Eb] how are you? _
[Cm] Don't you know [Ab] me?
I'm your native [Eb] son.
[Bb]
I am [Eb] the train that calls [Bb] the city of [Cm] New [Bb] [F] Orleans, I'll [Db] be gone [Ab] 500 [Bb] miles [Eb] when the day is done. _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _