Em G D On the twenty-first of April, eighteen and sixty-fiveC Bm Em Three-thirty-one left Washington for Lincoln's last train rideG D The cannons boomed, the bonfires burned, the evergreens wore greyC Bm Em Three-thirty-one in the morning sun, the hearse, that journey made [Chorus]Em G See that train coming, boysD A Asus2 Rolling down the mainC Bm D Draped in black, she won't be backEm It's Lincoln's funeral trainEm G Asus4 A With the portrait of a martyred man shot down by a traitorC Bm D Em Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the great emancipator [Verse 2]Em G D Crowd's jam the streets for a final look, At the great man who had stoodC Bm Em At the country's helm through the bitter war, That seemed of little goodG D Felled by the bullet of John Wilkes Booth, As the battle died awayC Bm Em His guiding spirit to reconcile by absence brought dismay [Chorus]Em G See that train coming, boysD A Asus2 Rolling down the mainC Bm D Draped in black, she won't be backEm It's Lincoln's funeral trainEm G Asus4 A With the portrait of a martyred man shot down by a traitorC Bm D Em Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the great emancipatorC Bm D Em Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the great emancipator
Lincolns Funeral Train
Norman Blake
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