Cowboy Junkies - The Last Spike

      
 
 Intro 
 
 G 
  
 Verse 
 
 
 G                     C             
 Mornings feel so damn sad these days
 F           C                 G       
 Without the call of the eight-fifteen.
 G                           C               
 That old familiar echo has finally died away
 F                     C                 G                        
 Leaving nothing but a chill where there once was a mighty scream.
 
 Chorus 
 
 C                              G                    
 And I've watched the flat cars take away our timber.
 C                                    G    
 I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
 Am                     Em                             
 And now that we've got nothing left to take we're told
          F                             C                          
 That the wheels will stop turning, the whistles will stop blowing,
       /C /B   Em           G   
 These foolish dreams must stop.
 
 Verse 
 
 
 G                              C           
 Last year they closed down the post office,
 F             C              G    
 Took the only flag we had in town.
 G                             C                     
 That old brick building still stands like a cenotaph
 F           C                    G                 
 To a vision lost and buried in a very distant past.
 
 Chorus 
 
 
 C                              G                    
 And I've watched the flat cars take away our timber.
 C                                   G     
 I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
 Am                     Em                             
 And now that we've got nothing left to take we're told
          F                         C                              
 That the wheels will stop turning, the whistles will stop blowing,
       /C /B   Em           G   
 These foolish dreams must stop.
 
 Bridge 
 
 
 Dm                 Am                    C                   G  
 The longest train I've ever seen was the train that you were on.
 Dm                  Am          C                   G    
 I walked you to the station, we kissed and you were gone.
 F                Bb               A    
 I dream at night about you coming home.
 E                              G              
 The train in the station, your uniform on fire
        D                             C                       
 As you step onto the platform the band plays a little louder,
 Bm          Am                   G   
 And as we embrace your cap falls off.
 Am                C                   G    
 Oh, I guess these foolish dreams must stop.
 
 Verse 
 
 
 G                     C             
 Mornings feel so damn sad these days
 F           C                 G       
 Without the call of the eight-fifteen.
 G                        C                    
 Looks like this town is finally gonna die away
 F                     C                          G                        
 Leaving nothing but broken promises where there once was small town dreams
 
 Chorus/ Coda 
 
 
 C                              G                    
 And I've watched the flat cars take away our timber.
 C                                   G     
 I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
 Am                     Em                             
 And now that we've got nothing left to take we're told
          F                                       C                        
 That the Tv station will be closing main street windows will need boarding
            /C /B   Am          G    
 That these foolish dreams must stop.