Cifra de City Of New Orleans - Ryan Bingham
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capo 2
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.
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
And graveyards of rusted automobiles.
G A D
Good morning America, how are you?
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
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
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
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
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
G A D
Good morning America, how are you?
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
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
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues.
G A D
Good morning America, how are you?
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
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.