| Dm7 | G7 | Dm7 | |
| Over h | igh plains, through the snow, roll those tracks out, don't you know |
| G7 | |
| I'm raising ste | am. |
| Dm7 | |
| Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow... |
| G7 | |
| spill a little where the new towns gro | w. |
| E7 | F | |
| I've got my whole life | hanging in a sack, |
| Asus4 | |
| heading o | ut into that wide world wide. |
| E7 | F | |
| You got your locomotive | sitting on your track |
| Asus4 | |
| and I d | on't care which way I ride. |
| Dm7 | G | |
| I may | not be coming back. |
| same |
| Left a lady with a heart |
| all in pieces come apart |
| raising steam. |
| That engine up front must |
| have a heart big enough for the both of us. |
| Riding shotgun on the sunset, stare it in the eye, |
| rocking on my heels out to the west. |
| Funny how the whole world, historically, |
| feels the urge to chase the sun to rest. |
| We may not be coming back. |
| lead solo |
| B5 | A5 | |
| same |
| Let me be your engineer... |
| have you smiling ear to ear |
| raising steam. |
| And will you tell me how it feels |
| when you're up and rolling on your driving wheels? |
| I got my whole life hanging in a sack, |
| heading out into that wide world wide. |
| I'll be your locomotive blowing off its stack |
| and I don't care which way I ride. |
| I may not be coming back. |
| Raising steam. |
| END |
| Dm7 | G7 | |
| Words and music by IAN ANDERSON |
| TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN) |
| ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME |
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