Chords for Willie Nelson - City Of New Orleans (Official Audio)
Tempo:
75.325 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
Riding [A] on the city of [Dm] New [D] Orleans, [G] Illinois Central, Monday morning [D] rail, 15 cars [A] and 15 restless [D] riders, [Bm] three [A] conductors, 25 sacks [D] on mail.
[F#m] [Bm] All along the southbound Obse, [F#m] the train pulls out at Cantor Key, [A] and rolls along past houses, [E] farms, and fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no [F#m] name, graveyards full of old black men, [A] and the graveyards of a rusted [D] automobile.
[G] [A] Good morning America, [D] how are [Bm] you?
Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] [D] I'm mainly [A] called the city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles.
[D]
Stealing [A] cards with the old [D] man in the club car.
[Bm] Any a [G] point, ain't no one keeping [D] score.
Past the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle,
[Bm] Feel the [A] wheels rumbling [D] beneath the floor.
[Bm] And the sons of home of porters and the [F#m] sons of engineers,
[A] Ride their fathers magic carpet [E] made of steel.
[Bm] Fathered with their babes [F#m] asleep, rocking to the gentle [A] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they 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] I'm mainly called [A] the city [Bm] of New [E] Orleans,
[C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles [D] when the day is done.
[G]
[A] [D] [Bm]
[G] [D] [A] [D]
[A] [Bm] [D] [E] [C] [G]
[A] [D] Night time on [A] the city [D] of New Orleans,
[Bm] Changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee,
Halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning.
[Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling [D] down to the sea,
[Bm] But all the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad [A] dream,
And the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
[Bm] The conductor sings his songs [F#m] again, the passengers will please refrain,
[A] His train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
[G]
[A] Good morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] [D] I'm mainly [A] called the city [Bm] of [E] New Orleans,
[C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done.
[A] [D] [Bm]
[G] [D]
[A] [D] [Bm]
Riding [A] on the city of [Dm] New [D] Orleans, [G] Illinois Central, Monday morning [D] rail, 15 cars [A] and 15 restless [D] riders, [Bm] three [A] conductors, 25 sacks [D] on mail.
[F#m] [Bm] All along the southbound Obse, [F#m] the train pulls out at Cantor Key, [A] and rolls along past houses, [E] farms, and fields.
[Bm] Passing trains that have no [F#m] name, graveyards full of old black men, [A] and the graveyards of a rusted [D] automobile.
[G] [A] Good morning America, [D] how are [Bm] you?
Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] [D] I'm mainly [A] called the city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles.
[D]
Stealing [A] cards with the old [D] man in the club car.
[Bm] Any a [G] point, ain't no one keeping [D] score.
Past the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle,
[Bm] Feel the [A] wheels rumbling [D] beneath the floor.
[Bm] And the sons of home of porters and the [F#m] sons of engineers,
[A] Ride their fathers magic carpet [E] made of steel.
[Bm] Fathered with their babes [F#m] asleep, rocking to the gentle [A] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they 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] I'm mainly called [A] the city [Bm] of New [E] Orleans,
[C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles [D] when the day is done.
[G]
[A] [D] [Bm]
[G] [D] [A] [D]
[A] [Bm] [D] [E] [C] [G]
[A] [D] Night time on [A] the city [D] of New Orleans,
[Bm] Changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee,
Halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning.
[Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling [D] down to the sea,
[Bm] But all the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad [A] dream,
And the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
[Bm] The conductor sings his songs [F#m] again, the passengers will please refrain,
[A] His train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
[G]
[A] Good morning America, [D] how are you?
[Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] [D] I'm mainly [A] called the city [Bm] of [E] New Orleans,
[C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done.
[A] [D] [Bm]
[G] [D]
[A] [D] [Bm]
Key:
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A
Bm
G
F#m
D
A
Bm
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Riding [A] on the city of [Dm] New [D] Orleans, _ [G] Illinois Central, Monday morning [D] rail, _ _ 15 cars [A] and 15 restless [D] riders, _ [Bm] three [A] conductors, 25 sacks [D] on mail. _
_ [F#m] [Bm] All along the southbound Obse, [F#m] the train pulls out at Cantor Key, [A] and rolls along past houses, [E] farms, and fields.
_ _ [Bm] Passing trains that have no [F#m] name, graveyards full of old black men, [A] and the graveyards of a rusted [D] automobile. _
_ _ [G] _ [A] Good morning America, [D] how are _ _ [Bm] you?
Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] _ [D] I'm mainly [A] called the city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Stealing [A] cards with the old [D] man in the club car.
_ [Bm] Any a [G] point, ain't no one keeping [D] score.
_ _ Past the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle,
_ _ [Bm] Feel the [A] wheels rumbling [D] beneath the floor.
_ [Bm] And the sons of home of porters and the [F#m] sons of engineers,
[A] Ride their fathers magic carpet [E] made of steel.
_ _ [Bm] Fathered with their babes [F#m] asleep, rocking to the gentle [A] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they 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] I'm mainly called [A] the city [Bm] of New [E] Orleans,
[C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles [D] when the day is done.
_ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C] _ [G] _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ Night _ time on [A] the city [D] of New Orleans,
_ _ [Bm] Changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee,
_ _ Halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning.
_ [Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling [D] down to the sea,
_ [Bm] But all the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad [A] dream,
And the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
_ [Bm] The conductor sings his songs [F#m] again, the passengers will please refrain,
[A] His train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
_ _ [G] _
[A] Good morning America, [D] how are _ you?
[Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] _ [D] I'm mainly [A] called the city [Bm] of [E] New Orleans,
[C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done. _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ Riding [A] on the city of [Dm] New [D] Orleans, _ [G] Illinois Central, Monday morning [D] rail, _ _ 15 cars [A] and 15 restless [D] riders, _ [Bm] three [A] conductors, 25 sacks [D] on mail. _
_ [F#m] [Bm] All along the southbound Obse, [F#m] the train pulls out at Cantor Key, [A] and rolls along past houses, [E] farms, and fields.
_ _ [Bm] Passing trains that have no [F#m] name, graveyards full of old black men, [A] and the graveyards of a rusted [D] automobile. _
_ _ [G] _ [A] Good morning America, [D] how are _ _ [Bm] you?
Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] _ [D] I'm mainly [A] called the city [Bm] of New [A] Orleans, [G#] and [C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Stealing [A] cards with the old [D] man in the club car.
_ [Bm] Any a [G] point, ain't no one keeping [D] score.
_ _ Past the [A] paper bag that [D] holds the bottle,
_ _ [Bm] Feel the [A] wheels rumbling [D] beneath the floor.
_ [Bm] And the sons of home of porters and the [F#m] sons of engineers,
[A] Ride their fathers magic carpet [E] made of steel.
_ _ [Bm] Fathered with their babes [F#m] asleep, rocking to the gentle [A] beat, and the rhythm of the rails is [D] all they 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] I'm mainly called [A] the city [Bm] of New [E] Orleans,
[C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles [D] when the day is done.
_ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C] _ [G] _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ Night _ time on [A] the city [D] of New Orleans,
_ _ [Bm] Changing [G] cars in Memphis, [D] Tennessee,
_ _ Halfway [A] home we'll be [D] there by morning.
_ [Bm] Through the Mississippi [A] darkness, rolling [D] down to the sea,
_ [Bm] But all the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad [A] dream,
And the steel rails still ain't [E] heard the news.
_ [Bm] The conductor sings his songs [F#m] again, the passengers will please refrain,
[A] His train has got the disappearing [D] railroad blues.
_ _ [G] _
[A] Good morning America, [D] how are _ you?
[Bm] Say don't you know [G] me, I'm your [D] native son.
[A] _ [D] I'm mainly [A] called the city [Bm] of [E] New Orleans,
[C] I'll be [G] gone [A] 500 miles when the [D] day is done. _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
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