Tom: G
G D G
The Eastbound Train was crowded
C G
That cold December day
A
The conductor shouted tickets
D G
In his old time fashioned way
G D G
The little girl sat in silence
C G
Her hair as fine as gold
A
She said I have no ticket
D G
And then her story told
G D G
My father he’s in prison
C G
He’s lost his sight they say
A
I’m going for his pardon
D G
This cold December day
[Instrumental Break]
G D G
C G
A
D G
[Verse 2]
G D G
The conductor could not answer
C G
He could not make reply
A
His shakin’ rough hands wipin’
D G
The teardrops from his eye
G D G
He said God bless you little one
C G
Just stay right where you are
A
You’ll never need a ticket
D G
While I am on this car
