Life was perfect complete through and through

Now you’re gone and it’s shattered all to pieces

I’m learning to live in a world without you

A world without love is so hard to bear

It leaves a soul empty with no one to care

Existing day after day trying hard to find my way

While learning to live in a world without you

I walk the floor then turn to the bottle

My heart aches no matter what I do

A broken heart can only take so much hurting

While learning to live in a world without you

A world without love is so hard to bear

It leaves a soul empty with no one to care

Existing day after day trying hard to find my way

While learning to live in a world without you

Tuning: Standard
Capo: 1st fret

I killed another man today, it’s hard to believe,
That I lost count at thirty, and I’ve grown too numb to grieve.
The bottle helps me cope, when I lay down at night,
And when the dope rolls through my veins, it all fades out of sight.

Hangman, Hangman,
That’s my stock and trade.
Hangman, Hangman,
Sending bad men to their grave.
But who killed who? I ask myself,
Time and time again.
God have mercy on the soul,
Of this Hangman.

And there’s a woman down the street, named Rosalie McFall,
She don’t ask me any questions, when I come to call.
Her body keeps me warm, her words are soft and kind,
She holds me in her arms, ‘til the bad dreams leave my mind.

Hangman, Hangman,
That’s my stock and trade.
Hangman, Hangman,
Sending bad men to their grave.
But who killed who? I ask myself,
Time and time again.
God have mercy on the soul,
Of this Hangman.

Tuning: Standard
Capo: 4th fret

Intro: E G D A

Think I’ll go down to the depot, though the train don’t run no more
Take a ticket and start walkin’, down to the old gulf shore
Well I’m a-lookin’ for a train, that runs silent with the wind
Haulin’ sad souls, bound for nowhere, Ghost Train Four-Oh-Ten

Big money took my cotton, left me busted, down to scratch
Well my woman couldn’t take the hard times, she ain’t never comin’ back
Ain’t no use in me stayin’, send word to my next of kin
Well I’m leavin’, yes I’m leavin’, on Ghost Train Four-Oh-Ten

Well I’ve seen it in my dreams, I’ve heard it in my mind
Somewhere between eight-oh-six, just past the twelve-oh-nine
A tortured soul is all it takes, to ride it till the end
Black steel, bound for nowhere, Ghost Train Four-Oh-Ten

Solo: A D A D A E A

Gamblers, thugs and thieves, and the likes of me
No questions asked or answered, how it is is how it be
No particular destination, headed back where it’s just been
Haulin’ tear-stained weary travelers, Ghost Train Four-Oh-Ten
Well, Ghost Train Four-Oh-Ten

CAPO I

Well the bridge washed out and I can’t swim
And my baby’s on the other side

When I awoke this mornin’, the rain was a-pourin’ down
I was gonna wed the little river girl just over the bridge across town
I’m runnin’ up and down the river and my nerves are drivin’ me wild
‘Cause the bridge washed out and I can’t swim
And my baby’s on the other side

CHORUS:
Oh rain oh rain stop fallin’, dark clouds hurry from the sky
The preacher and my bride’s a-waitin’ and the weddin’ bells are startin’ to chime
Well I can’t kiss and hold her, and it’s drivin’ me outta my mind
‘Cause the bridge washed out and I can’t swim
And my baby’s on the other side

SOLO: G C G D G

Yeah I got one foot in the water, one foot solid on the ground
Well I’d try to swim that ragin’ old river, but I know if I try I’d drown
There’s not one boat around me, they’ve all gone out with the tide
‘Cause the bridge washed out and I can’t swim
And my baby’s on the other side, yeah

CHORUS

Yeah the bridge washed out and I can’t swim
And my baby’s on the other side

Tuning: Standard
Capo: No capo

Intro: G
Well I’m branded, wherever I go
Tryna outrun a bad story everybody seems to know
Might as well be wearin' a ball and chain
Cos everywhere I travel I see a picture with a number by my name

Spent some time in San Francisco, locked up for vagrancy
I busted out a time or two, took a run at gettin’ free
They put me back in the jailhouse, I finished servin’ my time
Turned me loose, and the man’s set to dog me to the end of the line

But I’m branded, wherever I go
Tryna outrun a bad story everybody seems to know
Might as well be wearin' a ball and chain
Cos everywhere I travel I see a picture with a number by my name

The trouble with the truth: it always comes around
It seems to be there waitin’ for me, in every town
Well I’m guilty of the crime, of tryna get back home
Don’t wanna bother nobody, just wanna be left alone

But I’m branded, wherever I go
Tryna outrun a bad story everybody seems to know
Might as well be wearin' a ball and chain
Cos everywhere I travel I see a picture with a number by my name

Tuning: Standard
Capo: No capo

Intro: C

What will become of the working man,
With honest sweat on his brow?
Is the nation that raised him to build it,
Gonna turn its back on him now?
Take away his pride, and dignity?
And give his job to some foreign land?
Here’s a question that needs a straight answer:
What will become of the hard working man?

In better times, in old America,
We sang the ‘Working Man’s Blues’ with such pride.
Many who worked 40 hours, week after week,
Have been let go, pushed off to the side.
And I’ll tell you, nothing is sadder,
Than the soul of a hard working man.
With no means to help out his family,
And nothing to do with his hands.

What will become of the working man,
With honest sweat on his brow?
Is the nation that raised him to build it,
Gonna turn its back on him now?
Take away his pride, and dignity?
And give his job to some foreign land?
Here’s a question that needs a straight answer:
What will become of the hard working man?

Solo: C F C C7 F

Here’s a question that needs to be answered:
What will become of the hard working man?