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Artist: Levon Helm Song: A Train Robbery Album: Dirt Farmer (2007) BPM: 148 Key: Bb Time Signature: 3/4 (Waltz Time) Capo 1 Standard Tuning /* Version 2 was close, but I'm pretty sure it's 3-chord song. I think the chorus uses the same three chords as the verse. The G in the chorus in v2 sounds off to me. */ Intro A Verse 1
AThe full moon touched, the Dcold steel Alines AThe rail bed was Efrozen with Aice AIn the distance, an engine was Dkeepin' good Atime AThe steam whistle mEoaned just tAwice DDown in the cut, past the Aold trestle bridge ATwelve fine horses Estood AMasked men shivered, in the Dcold on the Aridge ANot far from the EGlendale Awoods
Verse 2 The brass lamp shone from the swayin' train When the driver saw the red light Her iron brakes sparked like silver rain And the metals screamed through the night The baggage man peered out to look for the fault When fear froze up his heart He was starin' down the barrel of an army colt That threatened to tear him apart Chorus
AWe will burn your train to cinDders, So Ethrow the money on Adown AOpen up your damned exDpress car, And jump Edown to the Aground ABut we won't touch that old PDullman, she's ESouthern and they clAaimed AThey ain't offered no reDward, For EFrank and Jesse AJames EFrank and Jesse JAames
Verse 3 In long soldiers coats frayed with years Quickly they scrambled aboard The men was a-sweatin' and the women shed tears And a preacher prayed to the Lord When they opened the safe there was nothing for them So they strolled down through the train What a miserable sight, these desperate men Robbin' old folks for their gold watch chains Chorus We will burn your train to cinders so throw the money on down Open up your damned express car and jump down to the ground But we won't touch that old Pullman she's Southern and they claimed They ain't offered no reward for Frank and Jesse James Frank and Jesse James Verse 4 Now some say the devil had taken his soul Some say his spirit survived But we all know he was nothin' but a Missouri farm boy Just fightin' to stay alive High above that railroad bed On a ridge where the pines grow tall If you listen to the wind there's a ghost of a chance You can still hear ole Jesse call Chorus We will burn your train to cinders so throw the money on down Open up your damned express car and jump down to the ground But we won't touch that old Pullman she's Southern and they claimed They ain't offered no reward for Frank and Jesse James Frank and Jesse James