David Francey - Ashtabula

On a ^Cbright Ohio day And we ^Glooked across the railway yards At the hoppers painted ^Dgrey That ^Gcoal train from Kentucky, man She's ^Ccome a long, long way Down in Ashta^Gbula On a ^Dsunny summer's ^Gday ^{G6 G}

Down ^Cto the harbour side Where the ^Gcoal was piled up waiting High and black and ^Dwide And it's ^Gwaiting for a laker, man To ^Ccarry it away Down in Ashta^Gbula On a ^Dsunny summer's ^Gday ^{G6 G}

And the ^Ctilting bridge, itself swings back And ^Gsail is given way And the ^Ccobbled streets that climb the hills Are ^Gfading red to ^Dgrey

In the ^Gmaritime museum So ^Chigh above the waves The ^Gpictures of the past recalled In black and white and ^Dgrey But the ^GMasters and the ships are gone ^DLong since passed away Down in^G Ashtabula On a ^Dsunny summers d^Gay ^{G6 G}

And the ^Ctilting bridge, itself swings back And ^Gsail is given way And the ^Ccobbled streets that climb the hills Are ^Gfading red to ^Dgrey

^GKelli drove us down the lake On a ^Cbright Ohio day And we ^Glooked across the railway yards At the hoppers painted ^Dgrey That ^Gcoal train from Kentucky, man She's ^Ccome a long, long way Down in Ashta^Gbula On a ^Dsunny summer's ^Gday ^{G6 G} We were ^Cdown in Ashta^Gbula On a ^Dsunny summer's ^Gday ^{G6 G G6 G}