FREIGHT TRAIN Fred Eaglesmith
Intro: Am''' F''' G''' Am'''
Well I [A]just came down the Chippewa, I had a [F]station wagon and hundred dollars,
I was [G]thinkin' 'bout the girl I'd lost the [Am]year before.
I [Am]hadn't seen her for some time, I [F]thought that I might go on by,
When your [G]memory came floodin' in and [Am]closed that door.
Chorus:
Wish I was a [Am]freight train, baby, wish I was a [F]diesel locomotive,
I'd come [G]whistlin' down your track and [Am]crashin' in your door.
Wish I was a [Am]freight train, baby, wish I didn't [F]have a heart,
And you'd need a [G]shovel full of coal [Am]just to get me started.
Wish I was a [Am]freight train, baby, wish I was a [E]freight train.
Every time I talk to you, I hear your jealous lies,
I feel like I've been left abandoned on some old railway siding.
And every time I hear your voice, my water just gets cold,
My stoker will not stoke and my boiler will not boil.
(Chorus and repeat Intro)
Every time I fell behind and I could not get ahead,
I wish someone would pull a lever and give me a little sand.
And every time I slipped behind, hey, even further back,
I wish some switch man would come out of the fog and change my track.
(Chorus)
Intro: Am''' F''' G''' Am'''
Well I [A]just came down the Chippewa, I had a [F]station wagon and hundred dollars,
I was [G]thinkin' 'bout the girl I'd lost the [Am]year before.
I [Am]hadn't seen her for some time, I [F]thought that I might go on by,
When your [G]memory came floodin' in and [Am]closed that door.
Chorus:
Wish I was a [Am]freight train, baby, wish I was a [F]diesel locomotive,
I'd come [G]whistlin' down your track and [Am]crashin' in your door.
Wish I was a [Am]freight train, baby, wish I didn't [F]have a heart,
And you'd need a [G]shovel full of coal [Am]just to get me started.
Wish I was a [Am]freight train, baby, wish I was a [E]freight train.
Every time I talk to you, I hear your jealous lies,
I feel like I've been left abandoned on some old railway siding.
And every time I hear your voice, my water just gets cold,
My stoker will not stoke and my boiler will not boil.
(Chorus and repeat Intro)
Every time I fell behind and I could not get ahead,
I wish someone would pull a lever and give me a little sand.
And every time I slipped behind, hey, even further back,
I wish some switch man would come out of the fog and change my track.
(Chorus)