City Of New Orleans Chords by Arlo Guthrie
Tempo:
73.25 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
D#m
B
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Riding [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans, [D#m] Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail,
15 [C#] cars and 15 restless [F#] riders, [D#m] 3 conductors, [C#] 25 sacks [F#] of mail.
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [A#m] the train pulls out a candle key,
[C#] Rolls along past houses, farms [G#] and fields, [D#m] passing trains that have no name,
[A#m] Freight yards full of old black men, [C#] and the graveyards of the rested [F#] automobile.
[B] Good morning [C#] America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Said, don't you know me?
[B] I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] I'm [F#] the train that called [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll be [E] gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
Dealing card games [C#] with the old men in the [F#] club cars,
[D#m] Penny appointing, [B] no one keeping [F#] score,
Pass the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle,
[D#m] Feel the wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor,
And [D#m] the sons of poor men, porters, and [A#m] the sons of engineers,
Write [C#] their father's magic carpets made [G#] of steel.
[D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
[C#] And the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
[B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Said, don't you know me?
[B] I'm your native [F#] son.
[C#] I'm [F#] the train that called [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll [E] be gone 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done.
Night time [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans,
[D#m] changing [B] cars in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee,
Halfway [C#] home, we'll be [F#] there by morning,
[D#m] Through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down [F#] to 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 [A#m] again, the passengers will please [C#] refrain,
This train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blue.
[B] Good [C#] night America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Said, don't you [B] know me?
I'm [F#] your native son.
I'm the train that called [C#] the city of New Orleans, [E] I'll be gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
[C#]
[F#] [D#m] [B]
15 [C#] cars and 15 restless [F#] riders, [D#m] 3 conductors, [C#] 25 sacks [F#] of mail.
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [A#m] the train pulls out a candle key,
[C#] Rolls along past houses, farms [G#] and fields, [D#m] passing trains that have no name,
[A#m] Freight yards full of old black men, [C#] and the graveyards of the rested [F#] automobile.
[B] Good morning [C#] America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Said, don't you know me?
[B] I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] I'm [F#] the train that called [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll be [E] gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
Dealing card games [C#] with the old men in the [F#] club cars,
[D#m] Penny appointing, [B] no one keeping [F#] score,
Pass the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle,
[D#m] Feel the wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor,
And [D#m] the sons of poor men, porters, and [A#m] the sons of engineers,
Write [C#] their father's magic carpets made [G#] of steel.
[D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
[C#] And the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
[B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Said, don't you know me?
[B] I'm your native [F#] son.
[C#] I'm [F#] the train that called [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll [E] be gone 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done.
Night time [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans,
[D#m] changing [B] cars in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee,
Halfway [C#] home, we'll be [F#] there by morning,
[D#m] Through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down [F#] to 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 [A#m] again, the passengers will please [C#] refrain,
This train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blue.
[B] Good [C#] night America, [F#] how are you?
[D#m] Said, don't you [B] know me?
I'm [F#] your native son.
I'm the train that called [C#] the city of New Orleans, [E] I'll be gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
[C#]
[F#] [D#m] [B]
Key:
F#
C#
D#m
B
A#m
F#
C#
D#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans, _ [D#m] Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail, _ _
15 [C#] cars and 15 restless [F#] riders, _ [D#m] 3 conductors, [C#] 25 sacks [F#] of mail. _
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [A#m] the train pulls out a candle key,
[C#] Rolls along past houses, farms [G#] and fields, _ _ [D#m] passing trains that have no name,
[A#m] Freight yards full of old black men, [C#] and the graveyards of the rested [F#] automobile. _ _
[B] Good morning [C#] America, [F#] how are you? _
[D#m] Said, don't you know me?
[B] I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] I'm [F#] the train that called [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll be [E] gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _
_ _ _ Dealing card games [C#] with the old men in the [F#] club cars,
_ [D#m] Penny appointing, [B] no one keeping [F#] score,
_ _ Pass the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle,
_ _ [D#m] Feel the wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor,
_ And [D#m] the sons of poor men, porters, and [A#m] the sons of engineers,
Write [C#] their father's magic carpets made [G#] of steel.
_ _ [D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
[C#] And the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
_ [B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Said, don't you know me?
[B] I'm your native [F#] son.
_ [C#] I'm [F#] the train that called [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll [E] be gone 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done. _ _ _ _ _
Night time [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans, _ _
[D#m] changing [B] cars in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee, _ _ _
Halfway [C#] home, we'll be [F#] there by morning, _
[D#m] Through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down [F#] to 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 [A#m] again, the passengers will please [C#] refrain,
This train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blue. _ _
[B] Good [C#] night America, [F#] how are you? _
[D#m] Said, don't you [B] know me?
I'm [F#] your native son. _
I'm the train that called [C#] the city of New Orleans, [E] I'll be gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _
Riding [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans, _ [D#m] Illinois [B] Central, Monday [F#] morning rail, _ _
15 [C#] cars and 15 restless [F#] riders, _ [D#m] 3 conductors, [C#] 25 sacks [F#] of mail. _
[D#m] All along the southbound Odyssey, [A#m] the train pulls out a candle key,
[C#] Rolls along past houses, farms [G#] and fields, _ _ [D#m] passing trains that have no name,
[A#m] Freight yards full of old black men, [C#] and the graveyards of the rested [F#] automobile. _ _
[B] Good morning [C#] America, [F#] how are you? _
[D#m] Said, don't you know me?
[B] I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#] I'm [F#] the train that called [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll be [E] gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _
_ _ _ Dealing card games [C#] with the old men in the [F#] club cars,
_ [D#m] Penny appointing, [B] no one keeping [F#] score,
_ _ Pass the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle,
_ _ [D#m] Feel the wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor,
_ And [D#m] the sons of poor men, porters, and [A#m] the sons of engineers,
Write [C#] their father's magic carpets made [G#] of steel.
_ _ [D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
[C#] And the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
_ [B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?
_ [D#m] Said, don't you know me?
[B] I'm your native [F#] son.
_ [C#] I'm [F#] the train that called [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans, [G#] I'll [E] be gone 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done. _ _ _ _ _
Night time [C#] on the city [F#] of New Orleans, _ _
[D#m] changing [B] cars in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee, _ _ _
Halfway [C#] home, we'll be [F#] there by morning, _
[D#m] Through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down [F#] to 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 [A#m] again, the passengers will please [C#] refrain,
This train got to disappear in [F#] railroad blue. _ _
[B] Good [C#] night America, [F#] how are you? _
[D#m] Said, don't you [B] know me?
I'm [F#] your native son. _
I'm the train that called [C#] the city of New Orleans, [E] I'll be gone 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _
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