Chords for The City of New Orleans - Willie Nelson
Tempo:
75.475 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
Riding on [A] the city of [Dm] New Orleans, [D]
Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail,
15 cars [A] and [D] 15 restless riders, [Bm] three conductors [A] and 25 sacks [D] on mail.
[F#m]
[Bm] All along Southbound Odyssey, [F#m] the train pulls out at Kandakine,
[A] and rolls along past towns and [E] farms and fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no [F#m] name,
a graveyard full of old black men,
[A] and the graveyard of the rusted [D] automobile.
[G] Good [A] morning, America!
[D]
[Bm] Say, don't you [G] know me?
I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
[D] I'm rainly called the [A] City of [Bm] New [A] Orleans,
[G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone 500 [A] miles,
[D]
even cars with [A] the old man in the [D] club car.
[Bm] Any a point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score,
past the paper [A] bag that holds [D] the bottle,
[Bm] feel the wheels [A] rumbling beneath the [D] floor.
[A] And the [Bm] sons of home importers and the [F#m] sons of engineers
ride [A] their father's magic carpet made of [E] steel.
[Bm] Mother with their baby sweet, [F#m] rockin' to the gentle beat,
and [A] the rhythm of the rails is all they [D] feel.
[G] Good morning, [A] America!
[D] [Bm] Say, don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A] I'm [D] rainly called [A] the City of [Bm] New [D] [E] Orleans,
I'll [C] be gone [G] when the [A]
day [D] is done.
[G] [A]
[D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A] [D] [A]
[Bm] [D] [E] [C] [G] [A]
[D] Night time [A] on the City of [D] New Orleans,
[Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
Halfway home, [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
[Bm] Through the Mississippi darkness, [A] rolling down to [D] the sea,
but [F#m] [Bm] all the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream,
[A] and the steel rails still ain't heard the [E] news.
The [Bm] conductor sings his songs again,
the [F#m] passengers will please refrain,
his [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
[G] Good morning, [A] America!
[D] Say, [Bm] don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A] I'm [D] rainly called [A] the City of [Bm] New [E] Orleans,
I'll be [C] gone [G] by the time [A] my day [D] is done.
[A] [D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A]
[D] [Bm]
Riding on [A] the city of [Dm] New Orleans, [D]
Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail,
15 cars [A] and [D] 15 restless riders, [Bm] three conductors [A] and 25 sacks [D] on mail.
[F#m]
[Bm] All along Southbound Odyssey, [F#m] the train pulls out at Kandakine,
[A] and rolls along past towns and [E] farms and fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no [F#m] name,
a graveyard full of old black men,
[A] and the graveyard of the rusted [D] automobile.
[G] Good [A] morning, America!
[D]
[Bm] Say, don't you [G] know me?
I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
[D] I'm rainly called the [A] City of [Bm] New [A] Orleans,
[G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone 500 [A] miles,
[D]
even cars with [A] the old man in the [D] club car.
[Bm] Any a point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score,
past the paper [A] bag that holds [D] the bottle,
[Bm] feel the wheels [A] rumbling beneath the [D] floor.
[A] And the [Bm] sons of home importers and the [F#m] sons of engineers
ride [A] their father's magic carpet made of [E] steel.
[Bm] Mother with their baby sweet, [F#m] rockin' to the gentle beat,
and [A] the rhythm of the rails is all they [D] feel.
[G] Good morning, [A] America!
[D] [Bm] Say, don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A] I'm [D] rainly called [A] the City of [Bm] New [D] [E] Orleans,
I'll [C] be gone [G] when the [A]
day [D] is done.
[G] [A]
[D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A] [D] [A]
[Bm] [D] [E] [C] [G] [A]
[D] Night time [A] on the City of [D] New Orleans,
[Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
Halfway home, [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
[Bm] Through the Mississippi darkness, [A] rolling down to [D] the sea,
but [F#m] [Bm] all the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream,
[A] and the steel rails still ain't heard the [E] news.
The [Bm] conductor sings his songs again,
the [F#m] passengers will please refrain,
his [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
[G] Good morning, [A] America!
[D] Say, [Bm] don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A] I'm [D] rainly called [A] the City of [Bm] New [E] Orleans,
I'll be [C] gone [G] by the time [A] my day [D] is done.
[A] [D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A]
[D] [Bm]
Key:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
D
A
Bm
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on [A] the city of [Dm] New Orleans, [D] _ _
Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail, _ _
15 cars [A] and [D] 15 restless riders, _ _ [Bm] three conductors [A] and 25 sacks [D] on mail.
_ _ [F#m]
[Bm] All along Southbound Odyssey, [F#m] the train pulls out at Kandakine,
[A] and rolls along past towns and [E] farms and fields. _ _
[Bm] Passing trains that have no [F#m] name,
a graveyard full of old black men,
[A] and the graveyard of the rusted [D] automobile. _ _
[G] Good [A] morning, America!
[D] _ _ _
[Bm] Say, don't you [G] know me?
I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A]
[D] I'm rainly called the [A] City of [Bm] New [A] Orleans,
[G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone 500 [A] miles,
_ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ even cars with [A] the old man in the [D] club car.
_ [Bm] Any a point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score,
_ _ past the paper [A] bag that holds [D] the bottle,
_ _ [Bm] feel the wheels [A] rumbling beneath the [D] floor.
_ [A] And the [Bm] sons of home importers and the [F#m] sons of engineers
ride [A] their father's magic carpet made of [E] steel.
_ _ [Bm] Mother with their baby sweet, [F#m] rockin' to the gentle beat,
and [A] the rhythm of the rails is all they [D] feel.
_ _ [G] Good morning, [A] America!
_ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] Say, don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A] I'm [D] rainly called [A] the City of [Bm] New [D] [E] Orleans,
I'll [C] be gone [G] when the [A]
day [D] is done.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ Night time [A] on the City of [D] New Orleans,
_ _ [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
_ _ Halfway home, [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
_ _ [Bm] Through the Mississippi darkness, [A] rolling down to [D] the sea,
but [F#m] [Bm] all the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream,
[A] and the steel rails still ain't heard the [E] news.
The [Bm] conductor sings his songs again,
the [F#m] passengers will please refrain,
his [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
_ _ [G] Good morning, [A] America!
_ [D] _ _ Say, [Bm] don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A] I'm [D] rainly called [A] the City of [Bm] New [E] Orleans,
I'll be [C] gone [G] by the time [A] my day [D] is done.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
Riding on [A] the city of [Dm] New Orleans, [D] _ _
Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail, _ _
15 cars [A] and [D] 15 restless riders, _ _ [Bm] three conductors [A] and 25 sacks [D] on mail.
_ _ [F#m]
[Bm] All along Southbound Odyssey, [F#m] the train pulls out at Kandakine,
[A] and rolls along past towns and [E] farms and fields. _ _
[Bm] Passing trains that have no [F#m] name,
a graveyard full of old black men,
[A] and the graveyard of the rusted [D] automobile. _ _
[G] Good [A] morning, America!
[D] _ _ _
[Bm] Say, don't you [G] know me?
I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A]
[D] I'm rainly called the [A] City of [Bm] New [A] Orleans,
[G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone 500 [A] miles,
_ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ even cars with [A] the old man in the [D] club car.
_ [Bm] Any a point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score,
_ _ past the paper [A] bag that holds [D] the bottle,
_ _ [Bm] feel the wheels [A] rumbling beneath the [D] floor.
_ [A] And the [Bm] sons of home importers and the [F#m] sons of engineers
ride [A] their father's magic carpet made of [E] steel.
_ _ [Bm] Mother with their baby sweet, [F#m] rockin' to the gentle beat,
and [A] the rhythm of the rails is all they [D] feel.
_ _ [G] Good morning, [A] America!
_ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] Say, don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A] I'm [D] rainly called [A] the City of [Bm] New [D] [E] Orleans,
I'll [C] be gone [G] when the [A]
day [D] is done.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ Night time [A] on the City of [D] New Orleans,
_ _ [Bm] changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
_ _ Halfway home, [A] we'll be there [D] by morning.
_ _ [Bm] Through the Mississippi darkness, [A] rolling down to [D] the sea,
but [F#m] [Bm] all the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream,
[A] and the steel rails still ain't heard the [E] news.
The [Bm] conductor sings his songs again,
the [F#m] passengers will please refrain,
his [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
_ _ [G] Good morning, [A] America!
_ [D] _ _ Say, [Bm] don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A] I'm [D] rainly called [A] the City of [Bm] New [E] Orleans,
I'll be [C] gone [G] by the time [A] my day [D] is done.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _