Cowboy Junkies – The Last Spike (Guitar)

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.