Biografía:
Ryan Bingham (31 de marzo 1981, Hobbs, Nuevo México) es un cantante y compositor estadounidense del género Americana ganador de un premio Oscar. Ha publicado dos álbumes en el sello Lost Highway Records.
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Pasó varios años en el circuito de rodeo: comenzó domando toros en su adolescencia. Su familia se mudó varias veces, de Hobbs a Spring y a Stephenville, Texas.
La banda de Bingham, The Dead Horses está formada por Matthew Smith (batería), Corby Schaub (guitarra y mandolina) y Elías Ford (bajo).
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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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