Not a single tab on UG. Good song, whether or not if you agree with the lyrics. -----------------------------------------------------------

^AmSometimes I feel so low-down and dis^Amgusted Can't help but ^Dmwonder what's happenin' to my com^Ampanions, Are they ^Amlost or are they found,

have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down

^DmAll their earthly principles they're gonna have to a^Ambandon? There's a ^Fslow, slow train ^Dmcomin' up around the ^Ambend.

^AmI had a woman down in Alabama, She was a ba^Dmckwoods girl, but she sure was realis^Amtic,

She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out,

You could d^Dmie down here, be just another accident s^Amtatistic." There's a ^Fslow, slow train ^Dmcomin' up around the ^Ambend.

^AmAll that foreign oil controlling American soil, Look around ^Dmyou, it's just bound to make you embarras^Amsed.

Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings,

Decid^Dming America's future from Amsterdam and to Pa^Amris There's a ^Fslow, slow train ^Dmcomin' up around the ^Ambend.

^AmMan's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't ap^Dmply no more, You can't rely no more to be standin' around wa^Amitin'

In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave,

^DmFools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate S^Amatan There's a ^Fslow, slow train ^Dmcomin' up around the ^Ambend.

^AmBig-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters, ^DmMasters of the bluff and masters of the proposit^Amion

But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,

All non^Dm-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of re^Amligion There's a ^Fslow, slow train ^Dmcomin' up around the ^Ambend.

^AmPeople starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting Oh, you know it ^Dmcosts more to store the food than it do to gi^Amve it.

They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions,

They talk about a life of b^Dmrotherly love, show me someone who knows how to ^Amlive it. There's a ^Fslow, slow train ^Dmcomin' up around the ^Ambend.

^AmWell, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy A real ^Dmsuicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop ^Amit,

I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy

But it sure^Dm do bother me to see my loved ones turning into p^Amuppets, There's a ^Fslow, slow train ^Dmcomin' up around the ^Ambend.

Bob Dylan - Slow train