Аккорды Steve Goodman - City Of New Orleans
No capo [Verse 1] C G C Riding on the City of New Orleans, Am F C G Illinois Central, Monday morning rail, C G C Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, Am G C Three conductors, twenty five sacks of mail. [Mid-section] Am All along the southbound odyssey, Em The train pulls out of Kankakee, G D And rolls along the houses, farms and fields. Am Passing towns that have no name, Em And freight yards full of old black men, G G7 C And graveyards of the rusted automobiles. [Chorus] F G C Good morning America, how are you? Am F C Say don't you know me, I'm your native son. G C G Am I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, Bb F G C I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. [Verse 2] C G C Dealing card with the old men in the club cars, Am F C G A penny a point, ain't no one keeping score. C G C Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle, Am G C And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor. [Mid-section] Am And the sons of Pullman porters, Em And the sons of engineers, G D Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steam. Am Mothers with their babes asleep, Em Rocking to the gentle beat, G G7 C And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream. [Chorus] F G C Good morning America, how are you? Am F C Say don't you know me, I'm your native son. G C G Am I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, Bb F G C I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. [Verse 3] C G C Nighttime on the City of New Orleans, Am F C G Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee. C G C Halfway home, we'll be there by morning, Am G C Through the Misissippi darkness, rolling down to the sea. [Mid-section] Am But all the towns and people seem Em To fade into a bad dream, G D The steel rail still ain't heard the news. Am The conductor sings his songs again, Em The passengers will please refrain, G G7 C This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues. [Chorus] F G C Goodnight America, how are you? Am F C Say don't you know me, I'm your native son. G C G Am I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, Bb F G C I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
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