Del McCoury Band - All aboard

^EmI can feel the wheels turning undern^Death my feet. As I pull the shade down on my w^Emindow seat. ^CPraying where I'm going is b^Detter than where I've b^Emeen. ^EmThen a stranger sits down as if he's r^Dight at home. ^DTouches me and says I see you're t^Emraveling alone. And by the w^Cay son, you f^Dorgot to say a^Emmen. He ^Csays I guess there's something here I need to explain. I ^Emtry to talk to everyone riding this train. ^CSome of them listen, but most don't pay me no m^Bind.

And the train keeps r^Emolling and the world keeps turning. ^C All ^Emaboard, all a^Bboard, everybody's gotta get on ^Emboard.

^EmTake that woman with the frown sitting ^Dacross the aisle. ^DWith her briefcase open nigh on ^Emninety miles. She ^Cnever even noticed that ^Dlake back at Horseshoe ^EmBend. ^EmAnd that couple with the kids at the ^Dfront of the car. ^DFussing all the way about some ^Emcookie jar. I'm ^Cgonna ask them what they ^Dsaw at their journey's ^Emend. And there's a ^Cfellow I left sitting in the back. Keeps a ^Emsmile on his face through a paper sack. ^CLooking out the window but he can't see past the ^Bpain.

And the train keeps ^Emrolling, and the world keeps ^Cturning. All ^Emaboard, All ^Baboard, everybody's gotta get on ^Emboard.

^EmThen the train slows down unex^Dpectedly. As I raise my blind he ^Emslaps my knee. Saying ^Cthis is my stop son but ^Dyou won't be traveling ^Emalone. ^EmI look out my window to ^Dwave him goodbye. But there's nobody there, just a ^Emlight in the sky. I ^Close my breath and my ^Dblood runs cold as ^Emstone. ^EmThen I ^Cfeel the wheels turning underneath my feet. But ^Emlife looks different from my window seat. ^CKnowing where I'm going is better than where I've ^Bbeen.

And the train keeps ^Emrolling and the world keeps ^Cturning. All ^Emaboard, all ^Baboard. Everybody's gotta get on ^Emboard. ^EmI can feel the wheels a turnin' underneath my feet...