[G]Riding on the [D]City of New Or[G]leans, [Em]Illinois Central, [C]Monday morning [G]rail, [G]Fifteen cars and fi[D]fteen restless [G]riders, Three con[Em]ductors, and t[D]wenty five sacks of [G]mail. All a[Em]long the southbound odyssey, The [Bm]train pulls out of Kankakee, And [D]rolls along the houses, farms and [A]fields. [Em]Passing trains that have no name, And [Bm]freight yards full of old black men, And [D]graveyards of the rusted automo[G]biles. [C]Good morning Am[D]erica, how a[G]re you? Say [Em]don't you know me, [C]I'm your native [G]son. [D]I'm the [G]train they call the [D]City of New [Em]Orleans, I'll be gon[F]e five [C]hundred miles[D] when the day is [G]done. Dealing card games with the old men in the club cars, A penny a point, ain't no one keeping score. Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle, And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor. And the sons of Pullman porters, And the sons of engineers, Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel. Mothers with their babes asleep, Rocking to the gentle beat, And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. Nighttime on the City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee. Halfway home, and we'll be there by morning, Through the Misissippi darkness, rolling down to the sea. But all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream, The steel rail still ain't heard the news. The conductor sings his songs again, The passengers will please refrain, This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues. Goodnight America, how are you? Say don't you know me, I'm your native son. I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. Arlo Guthrie – The City of New Orleans
Intro: G for 2 bars
G D G
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Em C G
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
G D G
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Em D G
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
Em Bm
All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee
D A
Rolls along past houses farms and fields
Em Bm
Passing trains that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
D D7 G
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles………Chorus
Chorus:
C D7 G
Good morning America, how are you? (night at 3rd chorus)
Em C G D7 D9
Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son
G D Em Em7 A7
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
Bb C D D9 G
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
G D G
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
Em C G
Penny a point ain't no one keeping score
G D G
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Em D G
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
Em Bm
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
D A
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Em Bm
Mothers with their babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat
D D7 G
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel………Chorus
G D G
Nightime on the City of New Orleans
Em C G
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
G D G
Half way home we'll be there by morning
Em D G
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
Em Bm
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
D A
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
Em Bm
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
D D7 G
This train got the disappearing railroad blues………Chorus
Arlo Guthrie Tabs, Tablatures, Chords, Lyrics Arlo Guthrie Scroll Stop Speed Chords: Hide Show Top Right {t: City of New Orleans [D] }
{key: D}
{artist:Willie Nelson}
Willie Nelson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJMVj04lfyo
{c: }
[D] Riding on the [A] City of New [D] Orleans,
[Bm] Illinois Central [G] Monday morning [D] rail [A]
[D] Fifteen cars and [A] fifteen restless [D] riders,
Three [Bm] conductors and [A] twenty-five sacks of [D] mail.
Out [Bm] on the southbound odyssey
The [F#m] train pulls out from Kankakee
[A] And rolls along past houses, farms and [E7] fields.
[Bm] Passin' trains that have no names,
[F#m] And freight yards full of old black men
And the [A] graveyards of the [A7] rusted automo[D]biles. [D7]
{c: }
[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 The [A] City of New [Bm] Orleans, [E7]
I'll be [C] gone five [G] hundred [A] miles when the day is [D] done. [A]
{c: }
Dealin' [D] cards with the [A] old men in the [D] club car.
[Bm] Penny a point there ain't [G] no one keepin' [D] score. [A]
[D] Pass the paper [A] bag that holds the [D] bottle
[Bm] Feel the wheels [A] rumblin' 'neath the [D] floor.
{c: }
And the [Bm] sons of pullman porters and the [F#m] sons of engineers
Ride their [A] father's magic carpets made of [E7] steel.
[Bm] And mothers with their babes asleep, Go [F#m] rockin' to the gentle beat
And the [A] rhythm of the [A7] rails is all they [D] feel. [D7]
{c: }
[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 The [A] City of New [Bm] Orleans, [E7]
I'll be [C] gone five [G] hundred [A] miles when the day is [D] done. [A]
{c: }
[D] Night-time on The [A] City of New [D] Orleans,
[Bm] Changing cars in [G] Memphis, Tennes-[D]-see. [A]
[D] Half way home, [A] we'll be there by [D] morning
Through the [Bm] Mississippi darkness [A] rolling down to the [D] sea.
{c: }
[Bm] All the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream
And the [A] steel rails still ain't heard the [E7] news.
The con-[Bm]-ductor sings his song again, the [F#m] passengers will please refrain
[A] This train has got the [A7] disappearing railroad [D] blues. [D7]
{c: }
[G] Good night [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 The [A] City of New [Bm] Orleans, [E7]
I'll be [C] gone five [G] hundred [A] miles when the day is [D] done. [A]
{c: }
I'll be [G] gone five hundred [A] miles when the day is [D] done. [G] [A] [D] {t: City of New Orleans [D] }
{key: D}
{artist:Willie Nelson}
Willie Nelson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJMVj04lfyo
{c: }
[D] Riding on the [A] City of New [D] Orleans,
[Bm] Illinois Central [G] Monday morning [D] rail [A]
[D] Fifteen cars and [A] fifteen restless [D] riders,
Three [Bm] conductors and [A] twenty-five sacks of [D] mail.
Out [Bm] on the southbound odyssey
The [F#m] train pulls out from Kankakee
[A] And rolls along past houses, farms and [E7] fields.
[Bm] Passin' trains that have no names,
[F#m] And freight yards full of old black men
And the [A] graveyards of the [A7] rusted automo[D]biles. [D7]
{c: }
[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 The [A] City of New [Bm] Orleans, [E7]
I'll be [C] gone five [G] hundred [A] miles when the day is [D] done. [A]
{c: }
Dealin' [D] cards with the [A] old men in the [D] club car.
[Bm] Penny a point there ain't [G] no one keepin' [D] score. [A]
[D] Pass the paper [A] bag that holds the [D] bottle
[Bm] Feel the wheels [A] rumblin' 'neath the [D] floor.
{c: }
And the [Bm] sons of pullman porters and the [F#m] sons of engineers
Ride their [A] father's magic carpets made of [E7] steel.
[Bm] And mothers with their babes asleep, Go [F#m] rockin' to the gentle beat
And the [A] rhythm of the [A7] rails is all they [D] feel. [D7]
{c: }
[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 The [A] City of New [Bm] Orleans, [E7]
I'll be [C] gone five [G] hundred [A] miles when the day is [D] done. [A]
{c: }
[D] Night-time on The [A] City of New [D] Orleans,
[Bm] Changing cars in [G] Memphis, Tennes-[D]-see. [A]
[D] Half way home, [A] we'll be there by [D] morning
Through the [Bm] Mississippi darkness [A] rolling down to the [D] sea.
{c: }
[Bm] All the towns and people seem to [F#m] fade into a bad dream
And the [A] steel rails still ain't heard the [E7] news.
The con-[Bm]-ductor sings his song again, the [F#m] passengers will please refrain
[A] This train has got the [A7] disappearing railroad [D] blues. [D7]
{c: }
[G] Good night [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 The [A] City of New [Bm] Orleans, [E7]
I'll be [C] gone five [G] hundred [A] miles when the day is [D] done. [A]
{c: }
I'll be [G] gone five hundred [A] miles when the day is [D] done. [G] [A] [D] |
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