here are the bar chords (i think, i am still learning)if you don't feel like messing
a capo:
Bb F Gm Eb Dm C F7 G7 F (?)
e | -------1-----3-----------5------------1-----3-------------- |
B | -3-----1-----3-----8-----6------5-----4-----6------10------ |
G | -3-----2-----3-----8-----7------5-----2-----4------10------ |
D | -3-----3-----5-----8-----7------5-----1-----3------10------ |
A | -1-----3-----5-----6-----5------3-----3-----5------8------- |
E | -------1-----3------------------------1-----3-------------- |
[Bb]Riding on the C[F]ity of N[Bb]ew Orleans
[Gm]Illinois Central M[Eb]onday morning r[Bb]ail
[Bb]Fifteen cars and f[F]ifteen restless r[Bb]iders
[Gm]Three conductors and t[F]wenty-five sacks of m[Bb]ail.
[Gm]All along the south bound odyssey, [Dm]the train pulls out of Kenkakee
[F]Rolls along past houses farms and [C]fields
[Gm]Passing trains that have no name, f[Dm]reight yards of old black men
[F]And graveyards of [F7]rusted automo[Bb]biles.
Chorus:
[Eb]Good morning A[F]merica,[Bb] how are you?
Sa[Gm]y, don't you know me, I'[Eb]m your native son[Bb].
[Bb]I'm a train they call the C[F]ity of New Orl[Gm]eans[G7]
I'll be g[Eb]one five hundred mi[F]les when the day is d[Bb]one.
Verse:
[Bb]Dealing card games with the o[F]ld men in the club [Bb]car
[Gm]Penny a point ain'[Eb]t noone keeping sco[Bb]re
[Bb]Pass the paper b[F]ag but hold the b[Bb]ottle
[Gm]Feel the wheels [F]rumbling 'neath the f[Bb]loor
[Gm]And the sons of Pullman porters, and the [Dm]sons of engineers
[F]Ride their father's magic carpets made of [C]steel
[Gm]Mother with her babes asleep, rocki[Dm]ng to the gentle beat
[F]And the rhythm of the [F7]rails is all they f[Bb]eel.
::Chorus::
[Bb]Nightime on the [F]City of New Orle[Bb]ans
[Gm]Changing cars in[Eb] Memphis, Tenness[Bb]ee
[Bb]Half way home we[F]'ll be there by morn[Bb]ing
[Gm]through the Mississippi [F]darkness rolling down to the [Bb]sea.
[Gm]and all the towns and people [Dm]seem to fade into a bad dream
[F]And the steel rail still ain't heard the [C]news
[Gm]The conductor sings his songs again, [Dm]the passagers will please refrain
[F]This train got the dis[F7]appearing railroad bl[Bb]ues.
Chorus:
[Eb]Good night Ame[F]rica, How a[Bb]re you?
[Gm]Say, don't you know me, [Eb]I'm your native s[Bb]on.
[Bb]I'm the train they call the Ci[F]ty of New Orle[Gm]ans[G7]
I'll be [Eb]gone five hundred m[F]iles when the day is [Bb]done.
a capo:
Bb F Gm Eb Dm C F7 G7 F (?)
e | -------1-----3-----------5------------1-----3-------------- |
B | -3-----1-----3-----8-----6------5-----4-----6------10------ |
G | -3-----2-----3-----8-----7------5-----2-----4------10------ |
D | -3-----3-----5-----8-----7------5-----1-----3------10------ |
A | -1-----3-----5-----6-----5------3-----3-----5------8------- |
E | -------1-----3------------------------1-----3-------------- |
[Bb]Riding on the C[F]ity of N[Bb]ew Orleans
[Gm]Illinois Central M[Eb]onday morning r[Bb]ail
[Bb]Fifteen cars and f[F]ifteen restless r[Bb]iders
[Gm]Three conductors and t[F]wenty-five sacks of m[Bb]ail.
[Gm]All along the south bound odyssey, [Dm]the train pulls out of Kenkakee
[F]Rolls along past houses farms and [C]fields
[Gm]Passing trains that have no name, f[Dm]reight yards of old black men
[F]And graveyards of [F7]rusted automo[Bb]biles.
Chorus:
[Eb]Good morning A[F]merica,[Bb] how are you?
Sa[Gm]y, don't you know me, I'[Eb]m your native son[Bb].
[Bb]I'm a train they call the C[F]ity of New Orl[Gm]eans[G7]
I'll be g[Eb]one five hundred mi[F]les when the day is d[Bb]one.
Verse:
[Bb]Dealing card games with the o[F]ld men in the club [Bb]car
[Gm]Penny a point ain'[Eb]t noone keeping sco[Bb]re
[Bb]Pass the paper b[F]ag but hold the b[Bb]ottle
[Gm]Feel the wheels [F]rumbling 'neath the f[Bb]loor
[Gm]And the sons of Pullman porters, and the [Dm]sons of engineers
[F]Ride their father's magic carpets made of [C]steel
[Gm]Mother with her babes asleep, rocki[Dm]ng to the gentle beat
[F]And the rhythm of the [F7]rails is all they f[Bb]eel.
::Chorus::
[Bb]Nightime on the [F]City of New Orle[Bb]ans
[Gm]Changing cars in[Eb] Memphis, Tenness[Bb]ee
[Bb]Half way home we[F]'ll be there by morn[Bb]ing
[Gm]through the Mississippi [F]darkness rolling down to the [Bb]sea.
[Gm]and all the towns and people [Dm]seem to fade into a bad dream
[F]And the steel rail still ain't heard the [C]news
[Gm]The conductor sings his songs again, [Dm]the passagers will please refrain
[F]This train got the dis[F7]appearing railroad bl[Bb]ues.
Chorus:
[Eb]Good night Ame[F]rica, How a[Bb]re you?
[Gm]Say, don't you know me, [Eb]I'm your native s[Bb]on.
[Bb]I'm the train they call the Ci[F]ty of New Orle[Gm]ans[G7]
I'll be [Eb]gone five hundred m[F]iles when the day is [Bb]done.
