Ryan Bingham – City Of New Orleans (Guitar)
Capo 2
Key
-
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
the last line of the chorus is a walk down with the ring finger from the 3rd to second
fret on the a string,
then finish with the a chord.
D A D Riding on the City of New Orleans Bm G D A Illinois Central Monday morning rail D A D Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Bm A D Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. Bm F#m All along the south bound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kenkakee A E Rolls along past houses farms and fields Bm F#m Passing trains that have no name, freight yards of old black men A A7 D And graveyards of rusted automobiles. G A D Good morning America, how are you? Bm G D Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. A7 D A Bm E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans C G A D I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. D A D Dealing card games with the old men in the club car Bm G D A Penny a point ain't no one keeping score D A D Pass the paper bag but hold the bottle Bm A D Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor Bm F#m And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers A E Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel Bm F#m Mother with her babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat A A7 D And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. G A D Good morning America, how are you? Bm G D Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. A7 D A Bm E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans C G A D I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. D A D Night time on the City of New Orleans Bm G D A Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee D A D Halfway home we'll be there by morning Bm A D through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea. Bm F#m But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dream A E And the steel rail still ain't heard the news Bm F#m The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain A A7 D This train got the disappearing railroad blues. G A D Good morning America, how are you? Bm G D Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son. A7 D A Bm E7 I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans C G A D I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.