Chords for Willie Nelson - City Of New Orleans
Tempo:
75.6 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
Riding on [A] the city of [D] New Orleans, Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail,
15 [A] cars and 15 restless [D] riders, [Bm] three conductors [A] and 25 sacks on mail.
[D] [F#m] [Bm] All along the southbound odds, see [F#m] the train pulled out at Canterkeens,
[A] and roads along past houses, [E] farms and fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old black men,
[A] and the graveyard of the rusted [D] automobile.
[G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Say, don't you know [G] me?
I'm your native [D] son.
They [A] [D] call it the [A] city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles [D] when the day is done.
Stealing cars with the [A] old man in the [D] club car.
[Bm] Any point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score.
Pass the paper [A] bag that holds the [D] bottle.
[Bm] Field wheels [A] rumbling beneath the [D] floor,
[F#m] and the [Bm] sons of homeowners and the [F#m] sons of engineers,
ride [A] their father's magic carpet made of [E] steel.
[Em] [Bm] Mother with their baby sweet, [F#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
and [A] the rhythm of the rails is all they [D] feel.
[G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Say, don't you [G] know me?
I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
[D] [A] The city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the 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.
Through [Bm] the Mississippi darkness, [A] rolling down to [D] the sea.
[F#m] [Bm] But all the townspeople 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.
This [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
[G] Good morning [A] America, how [D] are you?
[Bm] Say, don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
I'm the [D] train they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans.
I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
[A] [D]
[Bm] [G] [D]
[A] [D]
[Bm] [A] [D]
Riding on [A] the city of [D] New Orleans, Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail,
15 [A] cars and 15 restless [D] riders, [Bm] three conductors [A] and 25 sacks on mail.
[D] [F#m] [Bm] All along the southbound odds, see [F#m] the train pulled out at Canterkeens,
[A] and roads along past houses, [E] farms and fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old black men,
[A] and the graveyard of the rusted [D] automobile.
[G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Say, don't you know [G] me?
I'm your native [D] son.
They [A] [D] call it the [A] city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles [D] when the day is done.
Stealing cars with the [A] old man in the [D] club car.
[Bm] Any point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score.
Pass the paper [A] bag that holds the [D] bottle.
[Bm] Field wheels [A] rumbling beneath the [D] floor,
[F#m] and the [Bm] sons of homeowners and the [F#m] sons of engineers,
ride [A] their father's magic carpet made of [E] steel.
[Em] [Bm] Mother with their baby sweet, [F#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
and [A] the rhythm of the rails is all they [D] feel.
[G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Say, don't you [G] know me?
I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
[D] [A] The city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the 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.
Through [Bm] the Mississippi darkness, [A] rolling down to [D] the sea.
[F#m] [Bm] But all the townspeople 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.
This [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
[G] Good morning [A] America, how [D] are you?
[Bm] Say, don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
[A]
I'm the [D] train they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans.
I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done.
[A] [D]
[Bm] [G] [D]
[A] [D]
[Bm] [A] [D]
Key:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
D
A
Bm
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Riding on [A] the city of [D] New Orleans, _ _ Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail,
_ _ 15 [A] cars and 15 restless [D] riders, _ [Bm] three conductors [A] and 25 sacks on mail.
[D] _ _ [F#m] [Bm] All along the southbound odds, see [F#m] the train pulled out at Canterkeens,
[A] and roads along past houses, [E] farms and fields.
_ _ [Bm] Passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old black men,
[A] and the graveyard of the rusted [D] automobile.
_ _ [G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are _ you?
[Bm] Say, don't you know [G] me?
I'm your native [D] son.
They [A] _ [D] _ call it the [A] city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles [D] when the day is done. _ _ _ _ _
Stealing cars with the [A] old man in the [D] club car. _
[Bm] Any point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score. _ _
Pass the paper [A] bag that holds the [D] bottle. _ _
[Bm] Field wheels [A] rumbling beneath the [D] floor,
[F#m] and the [Bm] sons of homeowners and the [F#m] sons of engineers,
ride [A] their father's magic carpet made of [E] steel. _ _
[Em] [Bm] Mother with their baby sweet, [F#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
and [A] the rhythm of the rails is all they [D] feel. _ _
_ [G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are you? _ _
[Bm] Say, don't you [G] know me?
I'm your native [D] son.
[A] _
[D] _ _ [A] The city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the 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.
Through [Bm] the Mississippi darkness, [A] rolling down to [D] the sea. _ _
[F#m] [Bm] But all the townspeople 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.
This [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues. _ _
[G] Good morning [A] America, how [D] are _ you?
[Bm] Say, don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A]
I'm the [D] train they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans.
I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done. _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ Riding on [A] the city of [D] New Orleans, _ _ Illinois [G] Central, Monday morning [D] rail,
_ _ 15 [A] cars and 15 restless [D] riders, _ [Bm] three conductors [A] and 25 sacks on mail.
[D] _ _ [F#m] [Bm] All along the southbound odds, see [F#m] the train pulled out at Canterkeens,
[A] and roads along past houses, [E] farms and fields.
_ _ [Bm] Passing trains that have no name, [F#m] graveyards full of old black men,
[A] and the graveyard of the rusted [D] automobile.
_ _ [G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are _ you?
[Bm] Say, don't you know [G] me?
I'm your native [D] son.
They [A] _ [D] _ call it the [A] city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles [D] when the day is done. _ _ _ _ _
Stealing cars with the [A] old man in the [D] club car. _
[Bm] Any point, [G] ain't no one keeping [D] score. _ _
Pass the paper [A] bag that holds the [D] bottle. _ _
[Bm] Field wheels [A] rumbling beneath the [D] floor,
[F#m] and the [Bm] sons of homeowners and the [F#m] sons of engineers,
ride [A] their father's magic carpet made of [E] steel. _ _
[Em] [Bm] Mother with their baby sweet, [F#m] rocking to the gentle beat,
and [A] the rhythm of the rails is all they [D] feel. _ _
_ [G] Good [A] morning America, [D] how are you? _ _
[Bm] Say, don't you [G] know me?
I'm your native [D] son.
[A] _
[D] _ _ [A] The city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans, I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the 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.
Through [Bm] the Mississippi darkness, [A] rolling down to [D] the sea. _ _
[F#m] [Bm] But all the townspeople 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.
This [A] train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues. _ _
[G] Good morning [A] America, how [D] are _ you?
[Bm] Say, don't you know me?
[G] I'm your native [D] son.
_ [A]
I'm the [D] train they call [A] the city of [Bm] New [E] Orleans.
I'll [C] be gone [G] 500 [A] miles when the day [D] is done. _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _