Em     G                                          D
On the twenty-first of April, eighteen and sixty-five
                                     C         Bm            Em
Three-thirty-one left Washington for Lincoln's last train ride
    G                                                        D
The cannons boomed, the bonfires burned, the evergreens wore grey
                                         C           Bm       Em
Three-thirty-one in the morning sun, the hearse, that journey made


[Chorus]

Em             G
See that train coming, boys
D                A Asus2
Rolling down the main
C                    Bm        D
Draped in black, she won't be back
Em
It's Lincoln's funeral train
Em       G                          Asus4          A
With the portrait of a martyred man shot down by a traitor
    C               Bm                    D            Em
Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the great emancipator


[Verse 2]

Em     G                                                            D
Crowd's jam the streets for a final look, At the great man who had stood
                                                   C         Bm            Em
At the country's helm through the bitter war, That seemed of little good
G                                                               D
Felled by the bullet of John Wilkes Booth, As the battle died away
                                   C       Bm      Em
His guiding spirit to reconcile by absence brought dismay


[Chorus]

Em             G
See that train coming, boys
D                A Asus2
Rolling down the main
C                    Bm        D
Draped in black, she won't be back
Em
It's Lincoln's funeral train
Em       G                          Asus4          A
With the portrait of a martyred man shot down by a traitor
    C               Bm                    D            Em
Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the great emancipator
    C               Bm                    D            Em
Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the great emancipator