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Change la taille du texte.
Remplace par des accords plus faciles à jouer.
Affiche les acccords français (Do, Ré, Mi…).
Seul le bas du texte défile, vous laissant ainsi les accords de départ visibles.
Certaines partitions n’affichent les accords qu’au début. Cet outil tente de les recopier dans l’ensemble du texte.
Marque le tempo à la vitesse que vous souhaitez.
if you want to take the easy way out you can just put a capo on the 3rd fret and play
chords for Arlo Guthrie's version. it sounds like thats what Cash did but sang an octive
i am going off of memory here don't have the song to listen to so email any mistakes
[email protected]. thanks!
here are the bar chords (i think i am still learning)if you don't feel like messing
a capo:
(?)
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--------------|
Song: City of New Orleans
written by: Steve Goodman
as performed by: Johnny Cash
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the south bound odyssey the train pulls out of Kenkakee
Rolls along past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name freight yards of old black men
And graveyards of rusted automobiles.
Chorus:
Good morning America how are you?
Say don't you know me I'm your native son.
I'm a train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Verse:
Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't noone keeping score
Pass the paper bag but hold 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
Mother with her babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
::Chorus::
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.
and 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 passagers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues.
Chorus:
Good night America How are you?
Say don't you know me I'm your native son.
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
(supprime les barrés)