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
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