Train True akkorde

Am  Bm  A   Bm

Bm
Well, I was standing on the train 
tracks on a midnight blue

E
Trying to remember where I left my shoes

F#
And in a natural way

                        Bm
My thoughts returned to you

Bm
So I walked into a honky-tonk jukebox saloon

E
To reflect on my losses and rock to some tunes

F#
I thought it all through

                           Bm
Then I figured out what to do

Bm
I’d start working for the train, train, feedly-dang

E
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do

                                  F#
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True

                                                       Bm
I started working for the train when I was looking for you

Bm
Sprung from the ward steel brainpan, pity-pity

E
Looked you up in Freehold for a face that I could trust

F#
The foreman said you’d left out

In some kind of state

Bm
He pointed at the office it was already late!

Bm
I smoothed down my hair

And went to talk to the boss

E
He was weary, short-tempered

And had one eye on the clock

F#
He said I had just seconds to make my case

Bm
I put one hand on his shoulder

And stuck the other in his face

Bm
And I said:
“Feelings, feelings, 
are somewhat symptomatic of

A
Societal abrasions that conform electric static”

E
He said, “Son I don’t think you have 
that much of a brain”

Bm
I said, “You’ve got to have a brain 
when you’re working for the train”

Bm  A  E  Bm

Bm A F E D  Bm A F E D

Bm
It’s a long run to Trenton

When you start about five

E
Some folks are tired and hungry

Some are barely alive

F#
But when that engine starts pumping

Those familiar tones

Bm
I don’t care where the train is going

Cuz I’m already home

Bm
I spent a long year

Dancing up and down that aisle

E
Pestering my savior just to let me see your smile

F#
The salesman was drunk

My training shot to the fore

Bm
I put my shoulder in his gut

F#
And knocked his samples on the floor

Bm
And I said:
“Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of

A
Societal abrasions that conform electric static”

E
He said, “Son I don’t think you have that much of a brain”

Bm
I said, “You’ve got to have a brain when 
you’re working for the train”

Bm
Train, train, feedly-dang

E
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do

                                  F#
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True

                                                       Bm
I started working for the train when I was looking for you

Bm
The Princeton Junction Depot

Is straight known to be staid

E
They wear Hound’s-tooth and khaki

Most have already paid

F#
I looked under my visor

My heart stopped like it got froze

Bm
Lipstick like a ‘60s ‘Vette

And polish on your toes

Bm
You had half of a smile

Watching me shakin’ like a hound

E
As triumpth filled my body

Missing love had been found

F#
I whooped and called “Metuchen”

As I stepped through the door

Bm
I put my hands around your hips

And kissed you then and ever more

Bm
And I said:
“Feelings, feelings, 
are somewhat symptomatic of

A
Societal abrasions that conform electric static”

E
She said, “Son I don’t think you have that much of a brain”

Bm
But youI got to have a brain cos you’re working for the train”

Bm
Train, train, feedly-dang

E
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do

                                  F#
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True

                                                       Bm
I started working for the train when I was looking for you

F#
I started working for the

Bm
Train, train, feedly-dang

E
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do

                                  F#
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True

I started working for the train

And now I’ve finally found you

Bm A F E D
I’ve finally found you

Bm A F E D
I’ve finally found you

Bm A F E D
I’ve finally found you

Bm A F E D
I’ve finally found you