Tom Russell - Rider on an orphan train

Once I r^Code an orphan tra^Gin And my bro^G7ther did the sa^Cme They split us up in Misso^Furi James was f^Cive ^G and I was thr^Cee

He got taken by some pa^Gir But for m^Fe they did not ca^Cre We were brave and did not c^Fry When they ma^Cde ^G us say goodb^Cye

That was the last I saw of h^Fim Before some fa^Cmily took me i^Gn But I swo^Cre I'd run awa^Fy And find my br^Cother J^Games someda^Cy

I went back when I was gr^Gown To find our o^Fld Children's Ho^Cme And I asked for to see my fi^Fle Of when I wa^Cs ^G an orphan chi^Cld

It's sad, they say, there's been a fl^Good File washed aw^Fay in Missouri mu^Cd Sometimes life is a stone wa^Fll You either c^Climb, ^G or else you fa^Cll

In every town, on every str^Feet All the fa^Cces that I m^Geet And I won^Cder, could this one b^Fe My brother Ja^Cmes ^G come back to m^Ce

Though I don't know where he's go^Gne I have sear^G7ched my whole life lo^Cng Now I roam from town to to^Fwn But there's no orp^Chan ^G lost-and-foun^Cd

Sometimes I dream a pleasant sig^Fht My brother Ja^Cmes and I uni^Gte Rememberi^Cng our last goodb^Fye No longer br^Cave, ^G we start to cr^Cy

I hope he lives a life of ea^Fse And all his da^Cys a soft, warm bree^Gze May he s^Cit upon a thr^Fone And may he nev^Cer ^G sleep al^Cone

Once I rode an orphan tra^Gin And my br^G7other did the sa^Cme They split us up in Missou^Fri James was fi^Cve ^G and I was th^Cree