Norman Blake - Lincolns funeral train

^EmOn the ^Gtwenty-first of April, eighteen and sixty-f^Dive Three-thirty-one left Washington for ^CLincoln's ^Bmlast train rid^Eme The ^Gcannons boomed, the bonfires burned, the evergreens wore ^Dgrey Three-thirty-one in the morning sun, the ^Chearse, that^Bm journey ^Emmade

^EmSee that train ^Gcoming, boys ^DRolling down the ^Ama^Asus2in ^CDraped in black, she ^Bmwon't be b^Dack ^EmIt's Lincoln's funeral train ^EmWith the ^Gportrait of a martyred man ^Asus4shot down by a ^Atraitor Now ^Ctoll the bell an^Bmd bid farewell to the ^Dgreat emancip^Emator

^EmCrowd's^G jam the streets for a final look, At the great man who had s^Dtood At the country's helm through the bitter war, That ^Cseemed of ^Bmlittle good ^{Em G}Felled by the bullet of John Wilkes Booth, As the battle died aw^Day His guiding spirit to reconcile by ^Cabsence ^Bmbrought ^Emdismay

^EmSee that train ^Gcoming, boys ^DRolling down the ^Ama^Asus2in ^CDraped in black, she ^Bmwon't be b^Dack ^EmIt's Lincoln's funeral train ^EmWith the ^Gportrait of a martyred man ^Asus4shot down by a ^Atraitor Now ^Ctoll the bell an^Bmd bid farewell to the ^Dgreat emancip^Emator Now ^Ctoll the bell an^Bmd bid farewell to the ^Dgreat emancip^Emator