Old Train Coming Jim Clare

Our (Am)little town will (G)keep the memory (Am)burning,
Of farm boys who (G)heard their country (Am)call,
(Dm)Boys who came home as men in (Am)pieces,
And (E)boys who did (E7)not come home at (Am)all.

There’s an (G)old train (Am)coming,
Train I thought I’d (G)never see a(Am)gain
(Dm)Down by Kingdom town she’ll blow her (Am)whistle
(E)Soon she’ll come (E7)steamin’ round the (Am)bend.

Look over (G)yonder on the (Am)platform,
Young girls stand (G)waiting for their (Am)men.
(Dm)Can’t you hear the Montezuma (Am)coming?
(E)Don’t you smell that (E7)coal smoke on the (Am)wind?

(C)Montezuma carried me from (Am)Gettysburg,
(C)Old and broken from that awful (E)war.
(Am)Empty sleeve a-(E)danglin’ where my (Am)arm (G)used to (Am)be.
Reckon I’ll go (E)soldierin’ no (Am)more, no (G)more,
(Am)Reckon I’ll go (E)soldierin’ no (Am)more.

Been years since a (G)train pulled in this (Am)station,
Can’t highball down a (G)broke and a rusty (Am)track,
(Dm)Can’t fill a boiler with no (Am)water tank,
(E)That old train ain’t (E7)never coming (Am)back.

What happened to the (G)bunting and the (Am)bugles?
What happened to the (G)marching tunes and (Am)cheers?
(Dm)Bunting went for battle flags and (Am)bandages,
And (E)I ain’t heard a (E7)bugle tune in (Am)years.

(C)Montezuma carried me from (Am)Gettysburg,
(C)Old and broken from that awful (E)war.
(Am)Empty sleeve a-(E)danglin’ where my (Am)arm (G)used to (Am)be.
Reckon I’ll go (E)soldierin’ no (Am)more, no (G)more,
(Am) Reckon I’ll go (E)soldierin’ no (Am)more. (Fj7) (G) (G/B) (Am) (A2)(Am)
(Fj7) (G) (G/B) (Am) (A2)(Am)

Playing baseball (G)barefoot in the (Am)pasture,
Skinny-dipping (G)underneath the (Am)bridge,
(Dm)Things I loved until the day my (Am)life forever changed,
I (E)left my arm on (E7)Cemetery (Am)Ridge.

A one-armed man can´t (G)harness up the (Am)horses,
Ain´t much good for milking (G)cows or bailing (Am)hay,
I (Dm)pray this time we finally learned our (Am)lesson,
(E)War ain´t never (E7)worth the price you (Am)pay.

(C)Montezuma carried me from (Am)Gettysburg,
(C)Old and broken from that awful (E)war.
(Am)Empty sleeve a-(E)danglin’ where my (Am)arm (G)used to (Am)be.
Reckon I’ll go (E)soldierin’ no (Am)more, no (G)more,
(Am) I know I’ll go (E)soldierin’ no (Am)more. (Fj7) (G) (G/B) (Am) (A2)(Am)
(Fj7) (G) (G/B) (Am) (A2)(Am) (Am/G) (Am) (Am/G) (Am)

© Jim Clare, All Rights Reserved. The way I play it.
Got the original chords from Mr. Clare. Meddled with the interludes.

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