Gibson Brothers - The eastbound train

The ^GEastbound T^Drain was c^Growded That c^Cold December d^Gay The conductor shouted ^Atickets In his ^Dold time fashioned w^Gay

The ^Glittle girl s^Dat in s^Gilence Her h^Cair as fine as g^Gold She said I have no ^Aticket And t^Dhen her story t^Gold

My ^Gfather h^De’s in p^Grison He’s ^Clost his sight they s^Gay I’m going for his ^Apardon This ^Dcold December d^Gay

The ^Gconductor c^Dould not a^Gnswer He ^Ccould not make r^Geply His shakin’ rough hands ^Awipin’ The t^Deardrops from his e^Gye

He ^Gsaid God ^Dbless you l^Gittle one Just ^Cstay right where you a^Gre You’ll never need a ^Aticket While ^DI am on this ^Gcar