The City of New Orleans Chords by Arlo Guthrie
Tempo:
73.175 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
D#m
B
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] .
Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans, [D#m] Illinois Central, [B] Monday [F#] morning rail, .
15 cars [C#] 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 at Kankakee,.
[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 rusted [F#] automobiles.
.
[B] Good [C#] morning America, how [F#] are you?.
[C#].
[D#m] Say, don't you know me?.
[B] [F#] I'm your native son.
[C#] [F#] I'm the train they call [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans.
[G#] [B] I'll be gone in 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
.
Dealing card [C#] games with the old [F#] men in their club cars,.
[D#m] penny a [B] point ain't no [F#] one keeping score.
As the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle, [D#m] feel the [C#] wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor.
[D#m] And the sons of old men porters, and the [A#m] sons of engineers,.
write [C#] their fathers magic carpets made of [G#] steel.
[D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle [C#] beat,.
and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
[B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?.
Say, [D#m] don't you [B] know me?.
I'm [F#] your native son.
[C#] [F#] I'm the train they call [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans.
[G#] I'll be [E] gone [B] in 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
.
Nighttime [C#] on the city of [F#] New Orleans, [D#m] changing cars [B] in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee.
.
Halfway home, [C#] we'll be there [F#] by morning, .
[D#m] through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down to [F#] the sea.
.
[D#m] But all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream,.
[C#] and the [F#] steel rail [C#] still ain't [G#] heard the news.
.
[D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain,.
[C#] this train got to disappear and [F#] railroad lose.
.
[B] Good night [C#] America, [F#] how are you?
.
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?.
I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#].
[F#] I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New [F#] Orleans.
[G#] .
[B] I'll be gone in 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done.
.
[C#] .
[F#] [D#m] [B] .
[F#] [C#] .
Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans, [D#m] Illinois Central, [B] Monday [F#] morning rail, .
15 cars [C#] 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 at Kankakee,.
[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 rusted [F#] automobiles.
.
[B] Good [C#] morning America, how [F#] are you?.
[C#].
[D#m] Say, don't you know me?.
[B] [F#] I'm your native son.
[C#] [F#] I'm the train they call [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans.
[G#] [B] I'll be gone in 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
.
Dealing card [C#] games with the old [F#] men in their club cars,.
[D#m] penny a [B] point ain't no [F#] one keeping score.
As the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle, [D#m] feel the [C#] wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor.
[D#m] And the sons of old men porters, and the [A#m] sons of engineers,.
write [C#] their fathers magic carpets made of [G#] steel.
[D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle [C#] beat,.
and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
[B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?.
Say, [D#m] don't you [B] know me?.
I'm [F#] your native son.
[C#] [F#] I'm the train they call [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans.
[G#] I'll be [E] gone [B] in 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
.
Nighttime [C#] on the city of [F#] New Orleans, [D#m] changing cars [B] in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee.
.
Halfway home, [C#] we'll be there [F#] by morning, .
[D#m] through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down to [F#] the sea.
.
[D#m] But all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream,.
[C#] and the [F#] steel rail [C#] still ain't [G#] heard the news.
.
[D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain,.
[C#] this train got to disappear and [F#] railroad lose.
.
[B] Good night [C#] America, [F#] how are you?
.
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?.
I'm your [F#] native son.
[C#].
[F#] I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New [F#] Orleans.
[G#] .
[B] I'll be gone in 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done.
.
[C#] .
[F#] [D#m] [B] .
[F#] [C#] .
Key:
F#
C#
D#m
B
A#m
F#
C#
D#m
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans, _ [D#m] Illinois Central, [B] Monday [F#] morning rail, _ _ .
15 cars [C#] 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 at Kankakee,.
[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 rusted [F#] automobiles.
_ _ .
[B] Good [C#] morning America, how [F#] are you?.
_ [C#].
[D#m] Say, don't you know me?.
[B] [F#] I'm your native son.
_ [C#] [F#] I'm the train they call [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans.
_ [G#] [B] I'll be gone in 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
_ _ _ .
_ _ Dealing card [C#] games with the old [F#] men in their club cars,.
_ [D#m] penny a [B] point ain't no [F#] one keeping score.
_ _ As the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle, _ _ [D#m] feel the [C#] wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor.
_ [D#m] And the sons of old men porters, and the [A#m] sons of engineers,.
write [C#] their fathers magic carpets made of [G#] steel.
_ _ [D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle [C#] beat,.
and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
_ _ [B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?.
Say, [D#m] don't you [B] know me?.
I'm [F#] your native son.
_ [C#] [F#] I'm the train they call [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans.
[G#] _ I'll be [E] gone [B] in 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
Nighttime [C#] on the city of [F#] New Orleans, _ [D#m] changing cars [B] in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee.
_ _ _ .
Halfway home, [C#] we'll be there [F#] by morning, _ .
[D#m] through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down to [F#] the sea.
_ _ .
[D#m] But all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream,.
[C#] and the [F#] steel rail [C#] still ain't [G#] heard the news.
_ .
[D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain,.
[C#] this train got to disappear and [F#] railroad lose.
_ _ .
[B] Good night [C#] America, [F#] how are you?
_ .
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?.
I'm your [F#] native son.
_ [C#].
[F#] I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New [F#] Orleans.
[G#] _ .
[B] I'll be gone in 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done.
_ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ .
[F#] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _ _ .
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ .
Riding on [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans, _ [D#m] Illinois Central, [B] Monday [F#] morning rail, _ _ .
15 cars [C#] 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 at Kankakee,.
[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 rusted [F#] automobiles.
_ _ .
[B] Good [C#] morning America, how [F#] are you?.
_ [C#].
[D#m] Say, don't you know me?.
[B] [F#] I'm your native son.
_ [C#] [F#] I'm the train they call [C#] the city of [F#] New Orleans.
_ [G#] [B] I'll be gone in 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
_ _ _ .
_ _ Dealing card [C#] games with the old [F#] men in their club cars,.
_ [D#m] penny a [B] point ain't no [F#] one keeping score.
_ _ As the paper [C#] bag that holds [F#] the bottle, _ _ [D#m] feel the [C#] wheels rumbling beneath the [F#] floor.
_ [D#m] And the sons of old men porters, and the [A#m] sons of engineers,.
write [C#] their fathers magic carpets made of [G#] steel.
_ _ [D#m] Mothers with their babes asleep, [A#m] rocking to the gentle [C#] beat,.
and the rhythm of the rails is all [F#] they feel.
_ _ [B] Good [C#] morning America, [F#] how are you?.
Say, [D#m] don't you [B] know me?.
I'm [F#] your native son.
_ [C#] [F#] I'm the train they call [C#] the city of [D#m] New Orleans.
[G#] _ I'll be [E] gone [B] in 500 [C#] miles when the day [F#] is done.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
Nighttime [C#] on the city of [F#] New Orleans, _ [D#m] changing cars [B] in Memphis, [F#] Tennessee.
_ _ _ .
Halfway home, [C#] we'll be there [F#] by morning, _ .
[D#m] through the Mississippi [C#] darkness rolling down to [F#] the sea.
_ _ .
[D#m] But all the towns and people seem [A#m] to fade into a bad dream,.
[C#] and the [F#] steel rail [C#] still ain't [G#] heard the news.
_ .
[D#m] The conductor sings his songs again, [A#m] the passengers will please refrain,.
[C#] this train got to disappear and [F#] railroad lose.
_ _ .
[B] Good night [C#] America, [F#] how are you?
_ .
[D#m] Say, don't you know [B] me?.
I'm your [F#] native son.
_ [C#].
[F#] I'm the train they [C#] call the city [D#m] of New [F#] Orleans.
[G#] _ .
[B] I'll be gone in 500 [C#] miles when the [F#] day is done.
_ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ .
[F#] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _ _ .
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ .