Chords for Train Home - Chris Smither

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_ You've been good to me here for 35 years, I'm not going to forget it.
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_ This last [F#] one here is the title song of my last [A] CD.
This is called Train Home.
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This is kind of a gospel song for people who aren't really sure.
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If you've got your doubts, this is [Bm] for you. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [D] You take a [A] look inside, [Em] I've got nothing left [Bm] to hide.
[D] Take me as I am, that's [Bm] what I want to be.
_ _ [D] Why we were [A] never alone, [B] we passed that [Bm] line long ago.
_ [D] This and [F#] was is all we [Bm] ever gonna be.
_ He's almost shaved down by the river, feels the breath that makes him shiver,
takes a breath that makes him [F#] dive along.
_ [Bm] But the dead don't get no vacation, down in that subway station,
the only break they take is to the [F#] mall.
_ And they're waiting on a train to take him home.
_ _ [D] They're waiting [F#] on a train to take him home.
_ [D] But I don't think [A] I see [Em] much of anything [Bm] for me in [F#m] visions of the past [Bm] that we're after.
_ _ [D] Now [A] it's what can [Em] be, all the rest [Bm] is wait and see.
[D] Those prophets never hear the [Bm] cosmic laughter.
_ And gypsies in their wagons rolling, never hear those death bells tolling,
never take no notice [F#] of the tolling.
But [Bm] I do, my pulse beats quicker, scores for laughs and noise, nigger,
stop my heart, it's sinking like [F#] a stone.
And I'm waiting on a train to [Bm] take me home.
_ [D] I'm waiting [F#] on a train [Bm] to take me home.
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_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [D] Well, this [A] ain't what it seems, [Em] it's not the [Bm] stuff of dreams.
[D] Nothing is as clear as [Bm] this confusion.
_ _ [D] It's all about [A] welcome news, [B] and there is no [Bm] way to lose,
[D] because what isn't real [F#] is genuine [Bm] illusion.
_ _ And it's all about that graveyard dancing, [F#m] some sit still and some still prancing,
some get caught between hell and [F#] the zone.
_ [F#m] Well, there's nothing left to give them cover, but they can't even see each other.
They just step and stumble [F#] on their own.
_ We're just waiting on a [Bm] train to take them home.
_ [D] They're waiting on [F#] a train.
_ _ I'm waiting on a train.
We're all waiting on that train to [Bm] take us home.
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