Tom: D
Em G D
On the twenty-first of April, eighteen and sixty-five
C Bm Em
Three-thirty-one left Washington for Lincoln's last train ride
G D
The cannons boomed, the bonfires burned, the evergreens wore grey
C Bm Em
Three-thirty-one in the morning sun, the hearse, that journey made
[Chorus]
Em G
See that train coming, boys
D A Asus2
Rolling down the main
C Bm D
Draped in black, she won't be back
Em
It's Lincoln's funeral train
Em G Asus4 A
With the portrait of a martyred man shot down by a traitor
C 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 stood
C Bm Em
At the country's helm through the bitter war, That seemed of little good
G D
Felled by the bullet of John Wilkes Booth, As the battle died away
C Bm Em
His guiding spirit to reconcile by absence brought dismay
[Chorus]
Em G
See that train coming, boys
D A Asus2
Rolling down the main
C Bm D
Draped in black, she won't be back
Em
It's Lincoln's funeral train
Em G Asus4 A
With the portrait of a martyred man shot down by a traitor
C Bm D Em
Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the great emancipator
C Bm D Em
Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the great emancipator
