Del McCoury Band - All aboard

^AMI can feel the wheels turning undern^Geath my feet. As I pull the shade down on my w^AMindow seat. ^FPraying where I'm going is b^Getter than where I've b^AMeen. ^AMThen a stranger sits down as if he's r^Gight at home. ^GTouches me and says I see you're t^AMraveling alone. And by the w^Fay son, you f^Gorgot to say a^AMmen. He ^Fsays I guess there's something here I need to explain. I ^AMtry to talk to everyone riding this train. ^FSome of them listen, but most don't pay me no m^Eind.

And the train keeps r^AMolling and the world keeps turning. ^F All ^AMaboard, all a^Eboard, everybody's gotta get on ^AMboard.

^AMTake that woman with the frown sitting ^Gacross the aisle. ^GWith her briefcase open nigh on ^AMninety miles. She ^Fnever even noticed that ^Glake back at Horseshoe ^AMBend. ^AMAnd that couple with the kids at the ^Gfront of the car. ^GFussing all the way about some ^AMcookie jar. I'm ^Fgonna ask them what they ^Gsaw at their journey's ^AMend. And there's a ^Ffellow I left sitting in the back. Keeps a ^AMsmile on his face through a paper sack. ^FLooking out the window but he can't see past the ^Epain.

And the train keeps ^AMrolling, and the world keeps ^Fturning. All ^AMaboard, All ^Eaboard, everybody's gotta get on ^AMboard.

^AMThen the train slows down unex^Gpectedly. As I raise my blind he ^AMslaps my knee. Saying ^Fthis is my stop son but ^Gyou won't be traveling ^AMalone. ^AMI look out my window to ^Gwave him goodbye. But there's nobody there, just a ^AMlight in the sky. I ^Flose my breath and my ^Gblood runs cold as ^AMstone. ^AMThen I ^Ffeel the wheels turning underneath my feet. But ^AMlife looks different from my window seat. ^FKnowing where I'm going is better than where I've ^Ebeen.

And the train keeps ^AMrolling and the world keeps ^Fturning. All ^AMaboard, all ^Eaboard. Everybody's gotta get on ^AMboard. ^AMI can feel the wheels a turnin' underneath my feet...