Lincolns Funeral Train (acoustic)

Intro: (x4) verse 1 On the twenty-first of April Eighteen and sixty-five The Three-Thirty-One left Washington For Lincoln's last train ride Cannons boomed, the bonfires burned The evergreens wore grey, Three-Thirty-One, in the morning sun The hearse, that journey made See that train comin', boys, rollin' down Main Draped in black, she won't be back; it's Lincoln's funeral train With a portrait of a martyred man, shot down by a traitor Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the Great Emancipator Instrumental (x4) verse 2 Crowds jammed the streets for a final look At the great man who had stood At the country's helm, through the bitter war That seemed of little good Felled by the bullet of John Wilkes Booth As the battle died away, his guiding spirit to reconciled By absence brought dismay See that train comin', boys, rollin' down Main Draped in black, she won't be back; it's Lincoln's funeral train With a portrait of a martyred man, shot down by a traitor Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the Great Emancipator Middle 8 (same strumming pattern as Chorus) See that train comin', boys, rollin' down Main Draped in black, she won't be back; it's Lincoln's funeral train With a portrait of a martyred man, shot down by a traitor Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the Great Emancipator Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the Great Emancipator