The Last Spike

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[Verse]

G                     C
Mornings feel so damn sad these days
F           C        
Without the call of the 
         G
eight-fifteen.
G                           C
That old familiar echo has finally 
died away
F                     C          
Leaving nothing but a chill where
       G
 there once was a mighty scream.


[Chorus]
C                              G
And I've watched the flat cars take 
away our timber.
C                                 
I've watched the coal cars steal 
   G
our rock.
Am                        Em
   And now that we've got nothing 
left to take we're told
         F                         
That the wheels will stop turning, 
    C
the whistles will stop blowing,
          C  Em7   Em         G
That this foolish dream must stop.


[Verse]

G                              C
Last year they closed down the post 
office,
F             C              G
Took the only flag we had in town.
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G                             C
That old brick building still stands
 like a cenotaph
F           C                    
To a vision lost and buried in a 
G
very distant past.


[Chorus]

C                              G
And I've watched the flat cars take 
away our timber.
C                                 
I've watched the coal cars steal 
   G
our rock.
Am                        Em
   And now that we've got nothing 
left to take we're told
         F                         
That the wheels will stop turning, 
C
the whistles will stop blowing,
          C  Em7   Em         G
That this foolish dream must stop.


[Bridge]

Dm                 Am            
The longest train I've ever seen 
        C                   G
was the train that you were on.
Dm                  Am          
I walked you to the station, we 
C                   G
kissed and you were gone.
F                Bb               
I dream at night about you coming 
A
home.
E                            
The train in the station, your 
  G
uniform on fire
       D                           
As you stepped onto the platform 
  C
the band plays a little louder,
Bm          Am                   
And as we embrace your cap falls 
G
off.
    Am                C           
O-o-oh, I guess this foolish dream
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 must stop.


[Verse]

G                     C
Mornings feel so damn sad these days
F           C        
Without the call of the 
         G
eight-fifteen.
G                        C
Looks like this town is finally 
gonna die away
F                     C          
Leaving nothing but broken 
                G
promises where there once was small 
town dreams


[Chorus]

C                              G
And I've watched the flat cars take 
away our timber.
C                                 
I've watched the coal cars steal 
   G
our rock.
Am                        Em
   And now that we've got nothing 
left to take we're told
         F                         
That the Tv station will be closing
              C
 main street windows will need 
boarding
          C  Em7   Am         G
That this foolish dream must stop.