| D | C | G | A | |
| Old t | rain | , I can h | ear your whistle b | low |
| G | A | D | |
| and I w | on't, be ju | mping on a | gain. |
| D | C | G | A | |
| Old t | rain | , I've been ev | erywhere ya | go |
| G | A | D | |
| and I k | now, what l | ies beyond each b | end. |
| (CHORUS) |
| G | A | G | A | D | |
| O | ld train each t | ime you pass, you're o | lder t | han the l | ast |
| A | E | A | |
| And it s | eems, I | 'm to old for r | unning. |
| G | A | G | A | D | |
| I | hear your r | usty wheels sc | rape ag | ainst the r | ail |
| A | G | |
| they cry with every m | ile, and I think I'll stay aw | hile. |
| Old train, I grow weary after miles |
| and I miss, the freedom that was mine. |
| Old train, just to think about those times |
| I'll smile, when your high balling by. |
| (TO CHORUS) |