Lincolns Funeral Train

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


[Chorus]

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


[Verse 2]

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Crowd's jam the streets for a 
final look, At the great man who had
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 stood
At the country's helm through the 
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bitter war, That seemed of little 
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good
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Felled by the bullet of John 
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Wilkes Booth, As the battle died 
away
His guiding spirit to reconcile by 
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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                       
With the portrait of a martyred 
   Asus4          A
man shot down by a traitor
    C               Bm            
Now toll the bell and bid farewell
        D            Em
 to the great emancipator
    C               Bm            
Now toll the bell and bid farewell
        D            Em
 to the great emancipator