Исполнитель: | Joan Baez (English) |
Пользователь: | malcolmgeorgewalker |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | Не установлено |
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City of New Orleans (Capo2) Joan Baez D harp
C Riding on the G7 city of New C Orleans
Am Illinois central F Monday morning C rail
Fifteen cars and G7 fifteen restless C riders
Am Three conductors and G7 twenty five sacks of C mail
Am All along the southbound Odyssey
Em The train pulls out from Kankakee
G7 Rolls along past houses farms and D7 fields
Am Passing trains that have no name
Em Freight yards full of old black men
And the grave G7 yards of the rusted automo C biles
CHORUS
F Good morning G7 America how C are you?
Say Am don't you know me F I'm your native C son
G7 I'm the C train they call the G7 city of New Am Orleans
I'll be D7 gone five F hundred G miles when the day is C done
C Playing cards with the G7 old men in the C club car
Am Penny a point ain't F no one keeping C score
Pass the paper G7 bag that holds the C bottle
Am Feel the wheels G7 rumbling beneath the C floor
Am And the sons of Pullman porters
Em And the sons of engineers
G7 Ride their fathers magic carpet made of D7 steel
Am Mothers with their babes a sleep
Em A rocking to the gentle beat
The G7 rhythm of the rail is all they C feel
CHORUS
F Good morning G7 America how C are you?
Say Am don't you know me F I'm your native C son
G7 I'm the C train they call the G7 city of New Am Orleans
I'll be D7 gone five F hundred G miles when the day is C done
INSTRUMENTAL chorus (as above in D harp)
C Night-time on the G7 city of New C Orleans
Am Changing cars in F Memphis Tenne C ssee
Halfway home and G7 we'll be there by C morning
Through the Mississippi Am darkness G7 rolling down to the C sea
Am And all the towns and people seem
Em To fade into a bad dream
The steel rail G7 still ain't heard the D7 news
Am The conductor sings his song again
Em Passengers will please refrain
This G7 trains got the disappearing railroad C blues
CHORUS
F Good morning G7 America how C are you?
Say Am don't you know me F I'm your native C son
G7 I'm the C train they call the G7 city of New Am Orleans
I'll be D7 gone five F hundred G miles when the day is C done