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At the jam today, we finally agreed on chords for "City of New Orleans" -- this is a bit historic as every time we have played it before, we've gotten bogged down in arguing about the correct chords. Here it is:

Intro:
| G / / / | G / / / |

  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        /           /    /     | 
    All along the south bound odyssey, 
            Bm          /      /     /   |
        the train pulls out of Kankakee
    | D      /         /      /       | A   / / / |
    Rolls along past houses farms and fields
    | Em       /          /      / | 
    Passing towns that have no name, 
        Bm      /        /         /   |
        freight yards full of old black men
      | D      /      D7     /    | G    / / / |
    And graveyards of rusted automobiles.
 
Chorus: 
| C      /      D7   /   |  G      / / / | 
  Good morning America, how are you? 
   | Em        /        C        /    |  G  / / D7 | 
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 
      | B♭        C       D              /     | G / / / | 
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. 
 
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car 
Penny a point ain't noone keeping score 
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle 
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor 
   And the sons of Pullman porters 
       and the sons of engineers 
   Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel 
   Mothers with their babes asleep, 
       rocking to the gentle beat 
   And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. 
 
Nightime on the City of New Orleans 
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee 
Half way 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 bad dream 
   And 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 disappearing railroad blues.

Update: what I mean to say is, the above is some chords that Jim found via a Google search when he was looking for the lyrics; they agree almost completely with the chords which we all had agreed on, independently of looking at that transcription. (The main difference is, we had F instead of B-flat in the last line of the chorus -- I think the transcription is probably correct here, though F sounds pretty good too.) Ignore most of the 7's and 9's in the transcription, which are good flourishes to put in but not an essential part of the song's chord structure.

posted evening of Monday, May 31st, 2004
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