The Last Spike

G G

G                     C
Mornings feel so damn sad these days
F           C                 G
Without the call of the eight-fifteen.
G                           C
That old familiar echo has finally died away
F                     C                 G
Leaving nothing but a chill where there once was a mighty scream.

C                              G
And I've watched the flat cars take away our timber.
C                                    G
I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
Am                        Em
   And now that we've got nothing left to take we're told
         F                             C
That the wheels will stop turning, the whistles will stop blowing,
          C  Em7   Em         G
That this foolish dream must stop.

G                              C
Last year they closed down the post office,
F             C              G
Took the only flag we had in town.
G                             C
That old brick building still stands like a cenotaph
F           C                    G
To a vision lost and buried in a very distant past.

C                              G
And I've watched the flat cars take away our timber.
C                                    G
I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
Am                        Em
   And now that we've got nothing left to take we're told
         F                         C
That the wheels will stop turning, the whistles will stop blowing,
          C  Em7   Em         G
That this foolish dream must stop.

Dm                 Am                    C                   G
The longest train I've ever seen was the train that you were on.
Dm                  Am          C                   G
I walked you to the station, we kissed and you were gone.
F                Bb               A
I dream at night about you coming home.
E                              G
The train in the station, your uniform on fire
       D                             C
As you stepped onto the platform the band plays a little louder,
Bm          Am                   G
And as we embrace your cap falls off.
    Am                C                   G
O-o-oh, I guess this foolish dream must stop.

G                     C
Mornings feel so damn sad these days
F           C                 G
Without the call of the eight-fifteen.
G                        C
Looks like this town is finally gonna die away
F                     C                          G
Leaving nothing but broken promises where there once was small town dreams

C                              G
And I've watched the flat cars take away our timber.
C                                    G
I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
Am                        Em
   And now that we've got nothing left to take we're told
         F                                       C
That the Tv station will be closing main street windows will need boarding
          C  Em7   Am         G
That this foolish dream must stop.

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