^BWell they fly past the ghettos and the factories Ridin' on the Gravy Train Leaving all the places that they really ought to brave Ridin' on the Gravy Train

^EPast the coal mines ^F#black and scarred ^EStarter houses in the ^F#loading yard On the ^G#mGravy Train, On the G^F#ravy Train

There's the lucky ^Blittle mothers in their luxury cars Ridin' on the Gravy Train Never thank each other or their lucky stars Ridin' on the Gravy Train

^EThat's worse than in^F#gratitude ^EWorse than a piss poor atti^F#tude On the Gravy ^G#mTrain, Gravy T^F#rain

Well the hanger-^Buppers and the hangers-on Ridin' on the Gravy Train Champagne suppers with their daggers all drawn Ridin' on the Gravy Train

^ESome act tough, ^F#some act rude ^ESome bit of fluff com^F#plain about the food You ^Bwanna see somebody getting really rude^G#m Get on the ^EGravy Train, Gravy Train

Well the golden goose is clattering-a-down the track, ^B And they're ^Egonna be ridin' in an old caboose ^C#Coming back ^F#

SOLO: C# There's the soldiers of fashion on the hit parade Ridin' on the Gravy Train Tongue lashing with the bitch brigade Ridin' on the Gravy Train Free loader licks my boots Tells me how he digs my suit You got lucky son, don't get cute Get on the Gravy Train

Mark Knopfler - Gravy Train