Biography:
George Ryan Bingham (born March 31, 1981 in Hobbs, New Mexico) is an American folk rock/Americana singer/songwriter. In addition to his solo albums, Bingham recorded two albums as Ryan Bingham & The Dead Horses.
Bingham dropped out of school at 17 and was introduced to rodeo bull riding. He learned the emotional aspect of pain early in life, when shuttling between small towns and family members in the hardscrabble ranching communities of West Texas and Hobbs
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Other songs:
- For Anyone's Sake
- The Weary Kind
- Until I'm One With You
- Adventures Of You And Me
- All Choked Up Again
- Bad Case Of Gone
- Big Country Sky
- Boracho Station
- Broken Heart Tattoos
- City Of New Orleans
- Country Roads
- Depression
- Direction Of The Wind
- Dollar A Day
- Dont Wait For Me
- Dylans Hard Rain
- Ever Wonder Why
- Fear And Saturday Night
- For What Its Worth
- Hallelujah
- Hands Of Time
- Hard Times
- Hey Hey Hurray
- Honey
- I Dont Know
- Junky Star
- Long Way From Georgia
- My Diamond Is Too Rough
- Never Far Behind
- No Help From God
- Nobody Knows My Trouble
- Pancho And Lefty
- Roadhouse Blues
- Rollin Highway Blues
- Self
- Situation Station
- Snake Eyes
- Snow Falls In June
- South Side Of Heaven
- Sunrise
- Tell My Mother I Miss Her So
- The Other Side
- The Poet
- The Wandering
- To Live Is To Fly
- Until Im One With You
- Yesterdays Blues
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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.
Bm F#m
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
A A7 D
And graveyards of rusted automobiles.
G A D
Good morning America, how are you?
Bm G D
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
C G A D
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
D A D
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
Bm F#m
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
A A7 D
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
G A D
Good morning America, how are you?
Bm G D
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
C G A D
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
Bm A D
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
Bm F#m
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dream
A E
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
Bm F#m
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
A A7 D
This train got the disappearing railroad blues.
G A D
Good morning America, how are you?
Bm G D
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
C G A D
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
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.
Bm F#m
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
A A7 D
And graveyards of rusted automobiles.
G A D
Good morning America, how are you?
Bm G D
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
C G A D
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
D A D
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
Bm F#m
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
A A7 D
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
G A D
Good morning America, how are you?
Bm G D
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
C G A D
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
Bm A D
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
Bm F#m
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a dark dream
A E
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
Bm F#m
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
A A7 D
This train got the disappearing railroad blues.
G A D
Good morning America, how are you?
Bm G D
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
C G A D
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
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