Chords for The City of New Orleans - Jason & Meagan with Orchestra
Tempo:
86.8 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
F#m
D
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [E]
[F#m] [D] [E]
[E] [A] [E] [F#]
[B] [G] [D] [A]
[F#] [A] Riding [E] on the city of [A] New Orleans, [F#m] Illinois [D] Central, Monday morning [A] rail,
[E] [A] 15 [E] cars and 15 restless [A]
riders, [F#m] 3 [E] conductors and 25 sacks [A] of mail.
[F#m] All along the southbound odyssey, [C#m] the train pulls out of Kankakee,
[E] rolls along past houses, [B] farms and fields, [F#m] passing cars that have no names,
[C#m] and freight yards full of old black men [E] and graveyards of the rusted [A] automobile.
[D] Good morning [E] America, [A] how are you?
[F#m] Say, don't you know [D] me?
I'm your native [A]
son.
[E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E] miles when the [A] day is done.
Dealing cars with [E] the old man [A] in the club car,
[F#m] penny a point, [D] ain't no one keeping [A] score,
[E] [A] pass the paper [E] bag that [A] holds the bottle,
[F#m] feel the wheels [E] rumbling neat [A] the floor,
and [F#m] the sons of Pullman, Porter, and [C#m] the sons of engineers,
[E] ride their father's magic carpet made [B] of steel.
[F#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [C#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
and [E] the rhythm of the rails is all [A] they feel.
[D] Good morning [E] America, [A] how are you?
[F#m] Say, don't you know [D] me?
I'm your native [A] son.
[E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E] miles when the day [A] is done.
[D] [E] [A]
[F#m] [D] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [F#m]
[B] [G] [E] [A]
[E] Nighttime on the city [A] of New Orleans, [F#m] changing [D] cars in Memphis, [A] Tennessee.
[E] [A] Halfway [E] home we'll be [A] there by morning,
[F#m] through the Mississippi [E] darkness rolling [A] down to the sea.
But [F#m] all the towns and people seem to [C#m] fade into a bad [E] dream,
and the steel rails still ain't heard the [B] news.
The [F#m] conductor sings his song and [C#m] passengers will please refrain,
this [E] train has got the disappearing railroad [A] blues.
[A] [D] Good morning [E]
America, how [A] are you?
[F#m] Say, don't you know me?
[D] I'm your native [A] son.
[E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll be gone 500 [E] miles when the day [A] is done.
And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E]
miles when the day [A] is done.
[N] Thank you.
[F#m] [D] [E]
[E] [A] [E] [F#]
[B] [G] [D] [A]
[F#] [A] Riding [E] on the city of [A] New Orleans, [F#m] Illinois [D] Central, Monday morning [A] rail,
[E] [A] 15 [E] cars and 15 restless [A]
riders, [F#m] 3 [E] conductors and 25 sacks [A] of mail.
[F#m] All along the southbound odyssey, [C#m] the train pulls out of Kankakee,
[E] rolls along past houses, [B] farms and fields, [F#m] passing cars that have no names,
[C#m] and freight yards full of old black men [E] and graveyards of the rusted [A] automobile.
[D] Good morning [E] America, [A] how are you?
[F#m] Say, don't you know [D] me?
I'm your native [A]
son.
[E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E] miles when the [A] day is done.
Dealing cars with [E] the old man [A] in the club car,
[F#m] penny a point, [D] ain't no one keeping [A] score,
[E] [A] pass the paper [E] bag that [A] holds the bottle,
[F#m] feel the wheels [E] rumbling neat [A] the floor,
and [F#m] the sons of Pullman, Porter, and [C#m] the sons of engineers,
[E] ride their father's magic carpet made [B] of steel.
[F#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [C#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
and [E] the rhythm of the rails is all [A] they feel.
[D] Good morning [E] America, [A] how are you?
[F#m] Say, don't you know [D] me?
I'm your native [A] son.
[E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E] miles when the day [A] is done.
[D] [E] [A]
[F#m] [D] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [F#m]
[B] [G] [E] [A]
[E] Nighttime on the city [A] of New Orleans, [F#m] changing [D] cars in Memphis, [A] Tennessee.
[E] [A] Halfway [E] home we'll be [A] there by morning,
[F#m] through the Mississippi [E] darkness rolling [A] down to the sea.
But [F#m] all the towns and people seem to [C#m] fade into a bad [E] dream,
and the steel rails still ain't heard the [B] news.
The [F#m] conductor sings his song and [C#m] passengers will please refrain,
this [E] train has got the disappearing railroad [A] blues.
[A] [D] Good morning [E]
America, how [A] are you?
[F#m] Say, don't you know me?
[D] I'm your native [A] son.
[E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll be gone 500 [E] miles when the day [A] is done.
And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E]
miles when the day [A] is done.
[N] Thank you.
Key:
E
A
F#m
D
B
E
A
F#m
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [F#] _ _ [A] Riding [E] on the city of [A] New Orleans, _ [F#m] Illinois [D] Central, Monday morning [A] rail,
_ [E] _ _ [A] 15 [E] cars and 15 restless [A]
riders, _ [F#m] 3 [E] conductors and 25 sacks [A] of mail.
_ _ [F#m] All along the southbound odyssey, [C#m] the train pulls out of Kankakee,
[E] rolls along past houses, [B] farms and fields, _ [F#m] passing cars that have no names,
[C#m] and freight yards full of old black men [E] and graveyards of the rusted [A] automobile.
_ _ _ [D] Good morning [E] America, [A] how are you?
_ [F#m] Say, don't you know [D] me?
I'm your native [A]
son.
[E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E] miles when the [A] day is done.
_ Dealing cars with [E] the old man [A] in the club car,
_ [F#m] penny a point, [D] ain't no one keeping [A] score,
_ [E] _ [A] pass the paper [E] bag that [A] holds the bottle,
_ _ [F#m] feel the wheels [E] rumbling neat [A] the floor,
_ and [F#m] the sons of Pullman, Porter, and [C#m] the sons of engineers,
[E] ride their father's magic carpet made [B] of steel.
_ _ [F#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [C#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
and [E] the rhythm of the rails is all [A] they feel.
_ _ [D] Good morning [E] America, [A] how are you?
_ [F#m] Say, don't you know [D] me?
I'm your native [A] son.
_ [E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E] miles when the day [A] is done.
_ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _
_ [B] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [E] Nighttime on the city [A] of New Orleans, _ _ [F#m] changing [D] cars in Memphis, [A] Tennessee.
_ [E] _ _ [A] Halfway [E] home we'll be [A] there by morning,
_ [F#m] through the Mississippi [E] darkness rolling [A] down to the sea.
But _ [F#m] all the towns and people seem to [C#m] fade into a bad [E] dream,
and the steel rails still ain't heard the [B] news.
The [F#m] conductor sings his song and [C#m] passengers will please refrain,
this [E] train has got the disappearing railroad [A] blues.
_ [A] _ [D] Good morning [E]
America, how [A] are you?
_ [F#m] Say, don't you know me?
[D] I'm your native [A] son.
_ [E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll be gone 500 [E] miles when the day [A] is done.
_ And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E] _
miles when the day [A] is done. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ Thank you. _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [F#] _ _ [A] Riding [E] on the city of [A] New Orleans, _ [F#m] Illinois [D] Central, Monday morning [A] rail,
_ [E] _ _ [A] 15 [E] cars and 15 restless [A]
riders, _ [F#m] 3 [E] conductors and 25 sacks [A] of mail.
_ _ [F#m] All along the southbound odyssey, [C#m] the train pulls out of Kankakee,
[E] rolls along past houses, [B] farms and fields, _ [F#m] passing cars that have no names,
[C#m] and freight yards full of old black men [E] and graveyards of the rusted [A] automobile.
_ _ _ [D] Good morning [E] America, [A] how are you?
_ [F#m] Say, don't you know [D] me?
I'm your native [A]
son.
[E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E] miles when the [A] day is done.
_ Dealing cars with [E] the old man [A] in the club car,
_ [F#m] penny a point, [D] ain't no one keeping [A] score,
_ [E] _ [A] pass the paper [E] bag that [A] holds the bottle,
_ _ [F#m] feel the wheels [E] rumbling neat [A] the floor,
_ and [F#m] the sons of Pullman, Porter, and [C#m] the sons of engineers,
[E] ride their father's magic carpet made [B] of steel.
_ _ [F#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [C#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
and [E] the rhythm of the rails is all [A] they feel.
_ _ [D] Good morning [E] America, [A] how are you?
_ [F#m] Say, don't you know [D] me?
I'm your native [A] son.
_ [E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E] miles when the day [A] is done.
_ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _
_ [B] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [E] Nighttime on the city [A] of New Orleans, _ _ [F#m] changing [D] cars in Memphis, [A] Tennessee.
_ [E] _ _ [A] Halfway [E] home we'll be [A] there by morning,
_ [F#m] through the Mississippi [E] darkness rolling [A] down to the sea.
But _ [F#m] all the towns and people seem to [C#m] fade into a bad [E] dream,
and the steel rails still ain't heard the [B] news.
The [F#m] conductor sings his song and [C#m] passengers will please refrain,
this [E] train has got the disappearing railroad [A] blues.
_ [A] _ [D] Good morning [E]
America, how [A] are you?
_ [F#m] Say, don't you know me?
[D] I'm your native [A] son.
_ [E] I'm [A] the train that [E] calls the city of [F#m] New Orleans.
[B] And I'll be gone 500 [E] miles when the day [A] is done.
_ And I'll [G] be gone 500 [E] _
miles when the day [A] is done. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ Thank you. _ _