City Of New Orleans Chords by Seldom Scene
Tempo:
123.25 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [C] [D] [G] [A] [D]
Riding [A] on the city [Bm] of New Orleans,
[D] [Bm] Illinois Central [G] Monday [D] morning rain.
[A] [D] Got fifteen cars, [A] fifteen [D] restless runners,
[G] three [A] conductors, twenty [D]-five sacks of mail.
We're [E] all out [Bm] on the southbound odyssey
[F#m] as a train pulls out of Kentucky,
[A] rolling past the houses, farms [E] and fields.
[Bm] Passing towns that have no [F#m] name
and graveyards full of old black [A] men
and graveyards of rusted [D] automobiles.
[G] Singing, good morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Yeah, [G] don't you know me, I'm your [D] baby son.
[A] [D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone five [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
Dealing [A] cards with the old men [D] in the club car
[Bm] and it's many a point [G] there ain't no one [D] keeping score.
[A] [D] Won't you pass the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle
where you [G] can hear the [A] wheels rumbling [D] through the floor.
[Bm] And the sons of full moon footers and [F#m] the sons of engineers
[A] ride their fathers' magic carpet [E] made of steel.
[Bm] And the mothers with their babies asleep [F#m] go rocking to the [A] gentle beat.
Rhythm of the rails is [D] all they dream.
[G] Singing, good morning America, [D] how are you?
[G] Yeah, don't you know me, I'm your baby [A] son.
[D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone five [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
[G]
[A] [D]
[A] Midnight on the city of [D] New Orleans,
[Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
[A] [D] We're halfway home, [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
Through [G] the Mississippi, [A] darkness rolling to [D] the sea.
[Bm] And in all the towns and people seem [F#m] to be into a bad dream.
[A] Old steel rail, it ain't [E] hard to do.
[Bm] Doctor sings his song [F#m] again, passengers will please [A] refrain.
Well, this train's got the disappearing railroad [D] blues.
[C] Singing, good [G] night America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Yeah, don't you [G] know me, I'm your native [A] son.
[D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone a [A] long, long time when [D] the day is done.
[G] Singing, good night America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Yeah, [G] don't you know me, I'm your native [D] [A] son.
[D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone a [Em] long, long time when the day is [G] [A] done.
[D] [N]
[D#]
Riding [A] on the city [Bm] of New Orleans,
[D] [Bm] Illinois Central [G] Monday [D] morning rain.
[A] [D] Got fifteen cars, [A] fifteen [D] restless runners,
[G] three [A] conductors, twenty [D]-five sacks of mail.
We're [E] all out [Bm] on the southbound odyssey
[F#m] as a train pulls out of Kentucky,
[A] rolling past the houses, farms [E] and fields.
[Bm] Passing towns that have no [F#m] name
and graveyards full of old black [A] men
and graveyards of rusted [D] automobiles.
[G] Singing, good morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Yeah, [G] don't you know me, I'm your [D] baby son.
[A] [D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone five [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
Dealing [A] cards with the old men [D] in the club car
[Bm] and it's many a point [G] there ain't no one [D] keeping score.
[A] [D] Won't you pass the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle
where you [G] can hear the [A] wheels rumbling [D] through the floor.
[Bm] And the sons of full moon footers and [F#m] the sons of engineers
[A] ride their fathers' magic carpet [E] made of steel.
[Bm] And the mothers with their babies asleep [F#m] go rocking to the [A] gentle beat.
Rhythm of the rails is [D] all they dream.
[G] Singing, good morning America, [D] how are you?
[G] Yeah, don't you know me, I'm your baby [A] son.
[D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone five [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
[G]
[A] [D]
[A] Midnight on the city of [D] New Orleans,
[Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
[A] [D] We're halfway home, [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
Through [G] the Mississippi, [A] darkness rolling to [D] the sea.
[Bm] And in all the towns and people seem [F#m] to be into a bad dream.
[A] Old steel rail, it ain't [E] hard to do.
[Bm] Doctor sings his song [F#m] again, passengers will please [A] refrain.
Well, this train's got the disappearing railroad [D] blues.
[C] Singing, good [G] night America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Yeah, don't you [G] know me, I'm your native [A] son.
[D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone a [A] long, long time when [D] the day is done.
[G] Singing, good night America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Yeah, [G] don't you know me, I'm your native [D] [A] son.
[D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone a [Em] long, long time when the day is [G] [A] done.
[D] [N]
[D#]
Key:
D
A
G
Bm
F#m
D
A
G
[D] _ [C] _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Riding [A] on the city [Bm] of New Orleans,
[D] _ _ [Bm] Illinois Central [G] Monday [D] morning rain.
[A] _ [D] Got fifteen cars, [A] fifteen [D] restless runners,
_ [G] three [A] conductors, twenty [D]-five sacks of mail.
We're [E] all out [Bm] on the southbound odyssey
[F#m] as a train pulls out of Kentucky,
[A] rolling past the houses, farms [E] and fields. _
[Bm] Passing towns that have no [F#m] name
and graveyards full of old black [A] men
and graveyards of rusted [D] _ automobiles.
[G] Singing, good morning America, [D] how are you?
_ [Bm] Yeah, [G] don't you know me, I'm your [D] baby son.
[A] _ [D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone five [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done. _
Dealing [A] cards with the old men [D] in the club car
_ [Bm] and it's many a point [G] there ain't no one [D] keeping score.
[A] _ [D] Won't you pass the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle
where you [G] can hear the [A] wheels rumbling [D] through the floor.
_ [Bm] And the sons of full moon footers and [F#m] the sons of engineers
[A] ride their fathers' magic carpet [E] made of steel.
_ [Bm] And the mothers with their babies asleep [F#m] go rocking to the [A] gentle beat.
Rhythm of the rails is [D] all they dream.
_ [G] Singing, good morning America, [D] how are you?
_ [G] Yeah, don't you know me, I'm your baby [A] son.
_ [D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone five [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
_ [G] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] Midnight on the city of [D] New Orleans,
_ [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
_ [A] _ [D] We're halfway home, [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
Through [G] the Mississippi, [A] darkness rolling to [D] the sea.
_ [Bm] And in all the towns and people seem [F#m] to be into a bad dream.
[A] Old steel rail, it ain't [E] hard to do. _ _
[Bm] Doctor sings his song [F#m] again, passengers will please [A] refrain.
Well, this train's got the disappearing railroad [D] blues.
[C] Singing, good [G] night America, [D] how are you?
_ [Bm] Yeah, don't you [G] know me, I'm your native [A] son.
_ [D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
_ [G] and I'll be gone a [A] long, long time when [D] the day is done.
_ [G] Singing, good night America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Yeah, [G] don't you know me, I'm your native [D] [A] son.
[D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone a [Em] long, long time when the day is [G] [A] done.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Riding [A] on the city [Bm] of New Orleans,
[D] _ _ [Bm] Illinois Central [G] Monday [D] morning rain.
[A] _ [D] Got fifteen cars, [A] fifteen [D] restless runners,
_ [G] three [A] conductors, twenty [D]-five sacks of mail.
We're [E] all out [Bm] on the southbound odyssey
[F#m] as a train pulls out of Kentucky,
[A] rolling past the houses, farms [E] and fields. _
[Bm] Passing towns that have no [F#m] name
and graveyards full of old black [A] men
and graveyards of rusted [D] _ automobiles.
[G] Singing, good morning America, [D] how are you?
_ [Bm] Yeah, [G] don't you know me, I'm your [D] baby son.
[A] _ [D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone five [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done. _
Dealing [A] cards with the old men [D] in the club car
_ [Bm] and it's many a point [G] there ain't no one [D] keeping score.
[A] _ [D] Won't you pass the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle
where you [G] can hear the [A] wheels rumbling [D] through the floor.
_ [Bm] And the sons of full moon footers and [F#m] the sons of engineers
[A] ride their fathers' magic carpet [E] made of steel.
_ [Bm] And the mothers with their babies asleep [F#m] go rocking to the [A] gentle beat.
Rhythm of the rails is [D] all they dream.
_ [G] Singing, good morning America, [D] how are you?
_ [G] Yeah, don't you know me, I'm your baby [A] son.
_ [D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone five [A] hundred miles when the [D] day is done.
_ [G] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] Midnight on the city of [D] New Orleans,
_ [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
_ [A] _ [D] We're halfway home, [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
Through [G] the Mississippi, [A] darkness rolling to [D] the sea.
_ [Bm] And in all the towns and people seem [F#m] to be into a bad dream.
[A] Old steel rail, it ain't [E] hard to do. _ _
[Bm] Doctor sings his song [F#m] again, passengers will please [A] refrain.
Well, this train's got the disappearing railroad [D] blues.
[C] Singing, good [G] night America, [D] how are you?
_ [Bm] Yeah, don't you [G] know me, I'm your native [A] son.
_ [D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
_ [G] and I'll be gone a [A] long, long time when [D] the day is done.
_ [G] Singing, good night America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Yeah, [G] don't you know me, I'm your native [D] [A] son.
[D] I'm the train they [A] call the city [D] of New Orleans
[G] and I'll be gone a [Em] long, long time when the day is [G] [A] done.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#] _
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