Chords for "Joe's Last Train" "Bill Yates & The Country Gentlemen Tribute"

[Dm] We need to be out in this hot [A] sun, [C#m] but thank God it's not _ _ raining yet.
We're not going to sing, it ain't going to rain no more.
But anyway, it's good to be here and we're going to go on with the shows when they get to get to our tune.
And I'll introduce everybody a little bit and do a little bit of chatting with you.
And I just wanted to take [N] this opportunity right now to thank Dewey for inviting us down.
This is going to be one great, great, great festival.
Give him a nice hand for all the work he's done. _ _ _
Yeah, I've got my buddy Mike Wilson over here.
He does the festival also.
But anyway, we're going to go in and I dedicate this to Mike.
And I just called Joe's Last Train.
One, two, three, [A] four. _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ Standing [A] by the railroad [E] track, his chin down on his [B] chair.
_ _ The old man couldn't catch the train, although he [F#] tried instead. _ _
[C#m] Slipping [F#] raw, awful [E] high, with a jug [B] half full of wine.
He drew inside the [F#m] boxcar, that went [B] on and on and on.
Poor [E] old Joe, still [G#m] to catch a train.
_ _ [E] But something keeps him [D#m] trying just the same.
_ _ All soldiers [B] and all sailors have a [E] place to go.
But no [B] one helps the railroad bum like poor old Joe.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ Somewhere [F#m] in his memory [E] there lives [B] a younger man.
He _ _ tried to leave the busy world, he didn't [F#] understand. _
[E] He gave it [F#] up and bought a [E] train back forty [B] years ago.
_ The trains kept [E] getting faster [B] while poor old Joe got slow.
_ Poor old [E] Joe, still to catch a [B] train.
But [E] something keeps him trying [F#] just the same.
_ [B] All soldiers and all sailors have a place to [E] go.
But no one [B] helps the railroad bum [F#] like poor [B] old _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ Joe.
[B] _
_ _ [Bm] _ He don't regret the [A] life he's lived, [Bm] the rails have been his friend.
[B] _ _ Nothing else he's living free to [F#] come and go again.
_ [E] Though time has [G] come to claim his [C#m] toll, his age has slowed him [Bm] down. _
[F#] He don't feel prize luck again, the next [B] train out of town.
_ [G] Poor old [C] Joe, still [B] to catch a train.
But [E] something keeps [A#] him trying just the same.
[F#] _ [G#m] All soldiers and all sailors have a place to go.
But no one helps the railroad bum like poor old [B] Joe.
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
[F#] While poor old [B] Joe got slow.
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _