Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

How long is this train son

 I heard his fragile voice

 I didn’t want to listen but there really was no choice

 It seems like it goes on forever and I waited for so long

 The old man’s breath came slow and smelled of whiskey in the dawn

 On a cold November morning in the gentle mist of rain

 There’s just so many reasons that people wait to meet a train

 And as I waited for my sister to come down the metal stairs

 He told me that his son had not been home in fifteen years

 And I barely seemed to notice the tears behind his face

 But his wishes were no strangers to the people in this place

 The old man stood there waiting for a young man dressed in blue

 Then he handed him a neatly folded flag and said for you

 He said your son he died a hero in the service of this flag

 The old man took it gently put it in his paper bag

 Then I left him in the rain there but I’d still hear his voice

 I try hard not to listen but there really is no choice

 On a cold November morning in the gentle mist of rain

 There’s just so many reasons that people wait to meet a train

How long is this train son

 I can hear the pouring rain

 I’m still reminded of him when I hear a passing train

I think this is quite accurate

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