Chords for Steve Goodman - City Of New Orleans
Tempo:
99.45 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
A
F
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] Riding [G] on the city of [C] New Orleans, [A] the Illinois [F] Central Monday [C] morning [G] rail.
[C] There's 15 [G] cars and 15 [C] restless riders, [Am] and three [G] conductors and 25 [C] sacks of mail.
[Am] They're out on a southbound [Em] odyssey and the train pulls out of Kankakee,
[G] rolls past the houses, [D] farms, and fields,
[A] passing towns that have no [Em] name, and freight yards full of old black [G] men,
and the graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles, [F] singing,
Good morning, America, [C] how are you?
Don't you [F] know me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G]
[C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans.
[F] I'll be gone [C] 500 [G] miles when day is done.
[C] I was dealing [G] cards with the old [C] men in the club car,
[A] and it's penny a [F] point, there ain't nobody [Bm] keeping [C] score.
[G]
[C] Won't you pass that [G] paper bag that holds the [C] tequila?
[Am] You can feel the [G] wheels grumbling [C] beneath the floor.
The [A] sons of Pullman porters [Em] and the sons of engineers
all [G] ride their daddy's magic carpet, and it's made of [D] steam.
[A] The mothers with their babes [Em] asleep go rocking to the gentle beat,
[G] and the rhythm of the race is [C] all they dream.
[F] Singing, Good morning, America, [C] how are [G] you?
[Am] And don't you [C] know me?
I'm your native [G] son.
[C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans.
I'll be gone 500 [G] miles when [C] day is done.
[A] [Em]
[G] [D] [A]
[Em] [G]
[C] It's nighttime [G] on the city [C] of New Orleans,
[A] and we're changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] [G] Tennessee.
[C] All the halfway [G] home, we'll [C] be there by morning,
[A] through the Mississippi [G] darkness, [C] rolling to the sea.
[G] [A] All the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] and the old steel rail, it ain't heard the [D] news.
[A] The conductor sings that song [Em] again, its passengers will please [G] refrain,
this train's got the disappearing [C] railroad [Em] blues.
[F] Good night, America, [C] how are [G] you?
[A] And don't you [Fm] know me?
[C] I'm your native son.
[G] [C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans.
[A] I'll be [F] gone [C] 500 [Em] miles when day is done.
[F] Good night, [C] America, how are [G] you?
And don't you [F] know me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G] I'm [C] just the train they [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
[Am] [F] Gone a long, [G] long [E] time when [Bb] day is [F] done.
[C] [G] [C] [A]
[C] There's 15 [G] cars and 15 [C] restless riders, [Am] and three [G] conductors and 25 [C] sacks of mail.
[Am] They're out on a southbound [Em] odyssey and the train pulls out of Kankakee,
[G] rolls past the houses, [D] farms, and fields,
[A] passing towns that have no [Em] name, and freight yards full of old black [G] men,
and the graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles, [F] singing,
Good morning, America, [C] how are you?
Don't you [F] know me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G]
[C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans.
[F] I'll be gone [C] 500 [G] miles when day is done.
[C] I was dealing [G] cards with the old [C] men in the club car,
[A] and it's penny a [F] point, there ain't nobody [Bm] keeping [C] score.
[G]
[C] Won't you pass that [G] paper bag that holds the [C] tequila?
[Am] You can feel the [G] wheels grumbling [C] beneath the floor.
The [A] sons of Pullman porters [Em] and the sons of engineers
all [G] ride their daddy's magic carpet, and it's made of [D] steam.
[A] The mothers with their babes [Em] asleep go rocking to the gentle beat,
[G] and the rhythm of the race is [C] all they dream.
[F] Singing, Good morning, America, [C] how are [G] you?
[Am] And don't you [C] know me?
I'm your native [G] son.
[C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans.
I'll be gone 500 [G] miles when [C] day is done.
[A] [Em]
[G] [D] [A]
[Em] [G]
[C] It's nighttime [G] on the city [C] of New Orleans,
[A] and we're changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] [G] Tennessee.
[C] All the halfway [G] home, we'll [C] be there by morning,
[A] through the Mississippi [G] darkness, [C] rolling to the sea.
[G] [A] All the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] and the old steel rail, it ain't heard the [D] news.
[A] The conductor sings that song [Em] again, its passengers will please [G] refrain,
this train's got the disappearing [C] railroad [Em] blues.
[F] Good night, America, [C] how are [G] you?
[A] And don't you [Fm] know me?
[C] I'm your native son.
[G] [C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans.
[A] I'll be [F] gone [C] 500 [Em] miles when day is done.
[F] Good night, [C] America, how are [G] you?
And don't you [F] know me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G] I'm [C] just the train they [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
[Am] [F] Gone a long, [G] long [E] time when [Bb] day is [F] done.
[C] [G] [C] [A]
Key:
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[C] Riding [G] on the city of [C] New Orleans, _ [A] the Illinois [F] Central Monday [C] morning [G] rail.
[C] There's 15 [G] cars and 15 [C] restless riders, _ [Am] and three [G] conductors and 25 [C] sacks of mail. _
[Am] They're out on a southbound [Em] odyssey and the train pulls out of Kankakee,
[G] rolls past the houses, [D] farms, and fields, _ _
[A] passing towns that have no [Em] name, and freight yards full of old black [G] men,
and the graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles, _ [F] singing,
Good morning, America, [C] how are you? _
Don't you [F] know me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G] _
[C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans. _
[F] I'll be gone [C] 500 [G] miles when day is done. _
[C] I was dealing [G] cards with the old [C] men in the club car,
[A] and it's penny a [F] point, there ain't nobody [Bm] keeping [C] score.
[G] _
[C] Won't you pass that [G] paper bag that holds the [C] tequila? _
[Am] You can feel the [G] wheels grumbling [C] beneath the floor.
The [A] sons of Pullman porters [Em] and the sons of engineers
all [G] ride their daddy's magic carpet, and it's made of [D] steam. _
[A] The mothers with their babes [Em] asleep go rocking to the gentle beat,
[G] and the rhythm of the race is [C] all they dream. _
[F] Singing, Good morning, America, [C] how are [G] you?
[Am] And don't you [C] know me?
I'm your native [G] son.
[C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans. _
I'll be gone 500 [G] miles when [C] day is done. _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ It's nighttime [G] on the city [C] of New Orleans,
[A] and we're changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] [G] Tennessee.
_ [C] All the halfway [G] home, we'll [C] be there by morning,
[A] through the Mississippi [G] darkness, [C] rolling to the sea.
[G] [A] All the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] and the old steel rail, it ain't heard the [D] news.
_ [A] The conductor sings that song [Em] again, its passengers will please [G] refrain,
this train's got the disappearing [C] railroad [Em] blues.
[F] Good night, America, [C] how are [G] you?
[A] And don't you [Fm] know me?
[C] I'm your native son.
[G] _ [C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans.
_ [A] I'll be [F] gone [C] 500 [Em] miles when day is done.
_ [F] Good night, [C] America, how are [G] you?
And don't you [F] know me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G] I'm [C] just the train they [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
_ [Am] [F] Gone a long, [G] long [E] time when [Bb] day is [F] done.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _
[C] There's 15 [G] cars and 15 [C] restless riders, _ [Am] and three [G] conductors and 25 [C] sacks of mail. _
[Am] They're out on a southbound [Em] odyssey and the train pulls out of Kankakee,
[G] rolls past the houses, [D] farms, and fields, _ _
[A] passing towns that have no [Em] name, and freight yards full of old black [G] men,
and the graveyards of rusted [C] automobiles, _ [F] singing,
Good morning, America, [C] how are you? _
Don't you [F] know me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G] _
[C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans. _
[F] I'll be gone [C] 500 [G] miles when day is done. _
[C] I was dealing [G] cards with the old [C] men in the club car,
[A] and it's penny a [F] point, there ain't nobody [Bm] keeping [C] score.
[G] _
[C] Won't you pass that [G] paper bag that holds the [C] tequila? _
[Am] You can feel the [G] wheels grumbling [C] beneath the floor.
The [A] sons of Pullman porters [Em] and the sons of engineers
all [G] ride their daddy's magic carpet, and it's made of [D] steam. _
[A] The mothers with their babes [Em] asleep go rocking to the gentle beat,
[G] and the rhythm of the race is [C] all they dream. _
[F] Singing, Good morning, America, [C] how are [G] you?
[Am] And don't you [C] know me?
I'm your native [G] son.
[C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans. _
I'll be gone 500 [G] miles when [C] day is done. _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ It's nighttime [G] on the city [C] of New Orleans,
[A] and we're changing [F] cars in Memphis, [C] [G] Tennessee.
_ [C] All the halfway [G] home, we'll [C] be there by morning,
[A] through the Mississippi [G] darkness, [C] rolling to the sea.
[G] [A] All the towns and people [Em] seem to fade into a bad dream,
[G] and the old steel rail, it ain't heard the [D] news.
_ [A] The conductor sings that song [Em] again, its passengers will please [G] refrain,
this train's got the disappearing [C] railroad [Em] blues.
[F] Good night, America, [C] how are [G] you?
[A] And don't you [Fm] know me?
[C] I'm your native son.
[G] _ [C] I'm just the train [G] they call the city [C] of New Orleans.
_ [A] I'll be [F] gone [C] 500 [Em] miles when day is done.
_ [F] Good night, [C] America, how are [G] you?
And don't you [F] know me?
I'm your [C] native son.
[G] I'm [C] just the train they [G] call the city [C] of New Orleans.
_ [Am] [F] Gone a long, [G] long [E] time when [Bb] day is [F] done.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _