G          D         G
The Eastbound Train was crowded
      C             G
That cold December day
                      A
The conductor shouted tickets
       D                   G
In his old time fashioned way

    G            D        G
The little girl sat in   silence
     C               G
Her hair as fine as gold
                   A
She said I have no ticket
     D              G
And then her story told

   G           D         G
My father     he’s in   prison
     C                    G
He’s lost his sight they say
                  A
I’m going for his pardon
     D              G
This cold December day


[Instrumental Break]

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C G
A
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[Verse 2]

    G          D         G
The conductor could not answer
   C               G
He could not make reply
                         A
His shakin’ rough  hands wipin’
     D                  G
The teardrops from his eye

   G        D          G
He said God bless you little one
     C                     G
Just stay right where you are
                    A
You’ll never need a ticket
      D            G
While I am on this car